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What if someone saw that? What do all these people, who I—we—work with, think of me just standing beside him like we’re best fucking pals or something?
I glance at the employees at the table, and only one girl seems to have noticed, her eyes moving from where he held my wrist to my face, then back to Lorenzo’s. I think her name is Sara, but I can’t be sure.
I don’t have to stay anywhere I don’t want to. I’m about to leave—again—when he tells the group he’s going to get a drink. He nods toward me, his pierced brow arching, and I hate that it brings the heat back to my core.
I follow him into the house. When we get to the bar, he orders two shots of Fireball.
“Make it one,” I tell the bartender, then turn to Lorenzo. “I’m gonna go.”
“I want two,” he tells the bartender. In a lower voice, he says to me, “Why?”
“I’m tired and I’m done. I was supposed to leave”—I check my watch—“an hour ago. Felix and Friends are waiting.”
He looks as though I’ve slapped him. “You have a boyfriend?”
The confusion only lasts me a moment. “Oh, Felix is my cat.”
His expression returns to its previous amused one that I’m learning is his norm. “And why are your friends at your apartment?”
I laugh at that. “No, Friends like the show.”
“Oh. I don’t watch much TV.”
The bartender slides the shot glasses over and Lorenzo takes them. He nods his head towards the entryway and the ship my heart sails on feels like it was punctured because he’s accepting me leaving.
Stupid heart, you don’t know what you want.
When we get on the landing, he holds out a shot. “Drink with me.”
“Why do you keep insisting on hanging out with me?”
He eyes me for a moment before responding. “I like you.”
My head jerks back in disbelief. “You just corralled me around while you talked to a bunch of people. Then, I decline the shot and you order me one anyway. What are you playing at?”
He frowns. “I’m new. I’ve got to make good first impressions.”
I guess that’s true. “I thought you didn’t want to be my boyfriend?” I can’t help the bitterness that seeps into my tone.
“I don’t. I thoughtyousaid you don’t want a boyfriend,” he fires back.
“I don’t.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“What is this?”
He has the nerve to look annoyed. “Fun.You said a few drinks, and you haven’t even agreed to this first one.”
I eye the shot glass he holds out, and he huffs. “Get out of your head and into the moment.”
Fuck him.He doesn’t know me.
I take the glass from him and he smirks, then holds his up. “To being coworkers.” As I raise my glass, he adds, “And badassery.”
I roll my eyes and clink his glass, shooting back the shot. The cinnamon whiskey burns down my throat and leaves a pleasant tingle on my tongue. I raise my head and lick my bottom lip, finding Lorenzo’s eyes pinned to my mouth, full of heat.
My pussy throbs without my consent, pining for that look and what it leads to.
