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“Yes, I am.”
“Good, I need one.”
“Um, as nice as that is to hear, I’m afraid that my calendar is full right now.”
Diane’s phone vibrated on the table, and she snatched it up and then grimaced at the screen, “I have to take this. Will you two excuse me?” Before we could answer, she disappeared from the table, and Zeke shifted closer to me as she did.
“You sure you can’t help out a friend?” He spiked a handsome brow that I swear was manicured. Men did not have sexy brows without help.
I studied his other features and realized that Diane had said he was kinda sexy, but she had been entirely wrong. This guy wasn’t sexy. He oozed sex. I shifted in my seat, “We aren’t friends.”
He leaned forward, “We could be.”
I stared into the dark blue eyes that were only eight inches away. If Diane didn’t have claims on this guy, I would have been all over him. Like, wrapping-my-legs-around-his-waist-and-begging-him-to-make-me-scream-his-name kind of all over him. “I’m sure I can refer you to someone who can help you.”
“No.” His voice was low, husky, “I want you.” Holy shit! The way he said that was as if he wanted more than for me to design a space for him. My lack of sex was getting my brain all twisted. Or perhaps the bartender had a heavy pour tonight.
I laughed, slightly nervously, as I shifted back, “You don’t even know me, Mr. Waters.”
“Zeke, and I know enough.” He smirked as he shifted closer to me, trapping me between the chair, table, and him. “I know you have an excellent reputation, Shelby.”
I shrugged, “So you checked my Yelp reviews. Good to know you can read.” I did not want to respond to this man physically, but my hormones had other ideas, and the leash I was holding them back with was about to snap.
He chuckled, and the sound, even in the noisy bar, slithered down my spine, making my panties instantly damp. “Oh, I can read, Shelby. Not only words but people.”
I frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” he glanced toward the side of the bar where Diane huddled trying to talk on the phone, “that you want to help me.”
I snorted, “Help you?” I could think of many things that I wanted just then, and none of them had anything to do with helping decorate his apartment.
He nodded slowly, then leaned forward again, “Come on, Shelby. Help a guy out. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
My eyes shifted from his sexy gaze to his full lips, and I suddenly wondered if he was interested in paying with orgasms.
