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I don’t miss the way her cheeks blush. Shit, I can’t believe Sarah is actually blushing. I straighten up and take a step toward her.
“I’m not that easily embarrassed.”
“I can tell.”
If this was someone else, I’d think they were flirting, but it’s Sarah who loves to hate me and hates to want me and I know she isn’t. At least not intentionally. Still, pushing her sweet buttons is something I find I enjoy, the game, the chase, the push and pull.
“See, I’m thinking,” I say, closing the distance between us, “that you came here because you can’t get enough of me, and you want to pick up where we left off last night.”
She doesn’t say a word, but a naked need flashes in her eyes. It sends a thrill through me, straight to my cock.
Sarah might not have consciously done that, but I’m right.
Subconsciously, she wants to kiss me. Maybe as much as I want to kiss her.
If I didn’t have such a busy fucking day, I’d do it, see how she tastes, breathe her in, maybe seduce her right here and now on my desk or—
I stop.
If I keep allowing my thoughts down that path, I’m going to end up with another hard-on and leave myself with a serious case of blue balls. I take a step back and clear my throat. “What do you need my services for?”
This time she stiffens and shakes her head. “I don’t. There are personal issues that aren’t anyone’s business, and I’ll take care of it.”
“It’s a little hard to hire me as your lawyer if you won’t share why.”
“I just came to say again that I’m sorry I forgot to email you your invitation.” Her hand is on the door handle. “That’s all. I’ve got errands. I’ll see you at the party tomorrow.”
And with that, she’s out the door.
The next night I’m a little late to the resort. My workday is hectic and boring, and I’ve been looking into BNK. Reading up, poking into other businesses that have had dealings with them. So, I’m a little late.
The party’s in full swing when I get in. I straighten my tie as I’m greeted by staff at the door. Inside the music is classy so that’s got to be Sarah—Lawson’s my closest friend, but classy isn’t him. He’s probably only putting up with it for Dakota.
Everyone’s there. Our friends, Lawson’s parents, his twin brother, Mack, and little sister, Rose, who’s gonna be a doctor by next year. She gives me a big hug that I return. I love her like she’s my own family.
Isaac tips an imaginary hat, and Lawson is with Dakota.
The place looks amazing.
But really, I’m looking for one person.
Sarah.
The bottom falls out of my gut when I see her.
She’s glowing, her hair swept up on one side by a clip that sparkles, and she’s wearing the kind of dress that fuels all kinds of male fantasies. Black with a modest V-shaped neckline shows off the swell of her tits, the valley between them, and her narrow waist and soft flare of hips. It trails down the lines of her legs ending just above her knees.
I narrow my eyes, a knife’s edge of cold slashing into me as I see I’m not the only man who notices her and her attributes.
And it’s not the tattooed chef she laughed easily with.
No.
This time, it’s the blond, blue-eyed good looks of that player known as Josh Parsons, an affable good ol’ boy rancher who’s got money and is known for chasing anything in a skirt.
And she’s leaning into him as he touches the small of her back, laughing at something he says.
She's giving him the kind of look of unguarded delight I want.
