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Her nose scrunched up in the cutest way. “Nice.”
“What?”
“That was such a line.” She just shook her head, clearly not buying it.
“It’s true.”
“Thanks, but no. I’m a photographer.”
“Really? Well, maybe you should be in front of the camera instead of behind it.”
She burst out laughing then called me out. “You’re an outrageous flirt.”
“Guilty,” I admitted. “So what do you photograph?”
“Mostly weddings. I also do engagement photos and senior portraits. Sometimes pets.”
“Do you have your own business?”
“I do.”
“I’m impressed.” It was clear Ivy Monroe was no ditzy blonde. She had a smart head on her shoulders and seemed a little too perceptive. Especially when it came to reading me.
“What about you?” she asked and took a sip of her drink.
“What about me?” I moved in a little closer and my shoulder brushed hers. More sparks flared between us at the light touch. The music and talking seemed louder and when she leaned in, I lowered my head, getting my first hit of her baby powder scent. Christ, she smelled good.
“What do you do?”
“See that guy over there?” I nodded toward Dash who stood with the rest of the Slater crew—Fallon, Eden, Sailor, Maddox, Ryan and Colt. “That’s Dash Slater. I work for his security company.”
“And what exactly do you do for Dash Slater’s security company?”
“I’m a pilot. I fly them wherever in the world they need to go at a moment’s notice.”
“Does that mean you’re on call 24/7?” I nodded and she tilted her head, studying me with those gorgeous eyes. “Doesn’t leave much time for a social life.”
“Except seventy-five percent of my job consists of waiting around.”
“So you’re at Dash Slater’s beck and call?” she teased.
I had to smile at her audacity. Because, yeah, she just called me Dash’s bitch. “I’m paid to be at his company’s beck and call, yes,” I clarified.
“Hmm. Are you good at taking orders from other people?”
Her mouth edged up when she asked and the way she said it made my blood rush south. There was no mistaking the sexual undertone.
“Depends,” I answered, my gaze sliding along her jawline, down the perfect column of her throat and pausing at the top of her v-neck where a hint of cleavage caught my attention. Propping my hand on the wall above her head, I leaned in even closer, until my lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Are we talking work or play?”
A smile tilted the corners of her mouth. “I can tell you’re former military, so I’m guessing you follow orders to the letter when it comes to work. So…how about play?”
Vixen, I thought. And she calledmeout for being a flirt? Ivy Monroe was an outrageous seductress.
“Why? Are you some sort of dominatrix? Looking for a new sub maybe?”
She laughed. “No. You’re just fun to flirt with and I haven’t gotten my flirt on in a while. I was feeling rusty.”
“You’re not rusty,” I assured her and trailed a finger down her arm. “But if you feel the need to practice anything, I’d be willing.”
