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“I don’t doubt that for a second.” Returning to his seat, he grabs his glass and holds it up. “To sexy, funny, downright irresistible women found in first class.”
I tap my glass against his. “And to men with captivating assets.”
Placing his glass back down on the table, he rests his fingers around the stem as he relaxes back in his chair. “What do you do for a living, kitten?” he asks casually.
"I'm the CEO of Jacobs Media Corp." I brace myself for his reaction and find myself perplexed by the lack of one.
“Impressive,” he notes, taking a sip of his drink and acting as if I hadn’t just told him I was the head of the leading West Coast media conglomerate.
“And you, hotshot?” I ask in return.
“I’m a consultant. I work all over the country.”
My brows lift. “You must do well for first class flights and dream dates on hotel rooftops.”
His eyes crinkle, his full lips tipping up at the sides. “I do well enough,” he muses. That’s when Kyle reappears at my side, his hand hovering over my covered plate. I look up and smile, giving my silent permission. He removes the cloche and then moves next to Barrett to do the same, before bowing his head and walking away.
“So what are we eating tonight?” I ask as I look at my plate.
“Filet mignon with Maine lobster, white truffle aioli, and red wine sauce.”
“Hmm,” I hum, bending down and breathing deep. “It smells amazing.”
Barrett goes noticeably quiet and when I lift my gaze to his, I find his eyes blazing with heat.Maybe he has a food fetish?
“I . . . ah . . .” I stutter, a hot blush creeping over my cheeks.
He blinks and shakes his head, a wry smile playing on his lips as he points to my plate. “After you, Lys” Hearing him call me the same pet name my late father used to have for me catches me off guard, but not in a bad way. Not at all.
We fall into a comfortable silence as we start eating, but I decide that this would be the perfect opportunity to find out more about him.
"So are you based in Vegas then?” I ask, cutting into my steak which falls away from the knife like butter.
"I live in Seattle but travel nationwide to wherever the work is," he answers without hesitation as he spears a roasted potato with his fork and slowly slides it into his mouth, distracting me.
“I live in Seattle too.”
He grins at me. “I know.”
My body stills, my steak-laden fork poised in the air. “How do you know that?”
“I do my research,” he answers with a smirk. I narrow my eyes at him and his eyes dance with amusement when a little growl escapes me as I wonder if I should be a little more concerned that he’s looked into me.
“I guess you must have since you successfully tracked me down and all.” My mind races at what else he might’ve been able to find out about me. It’s not like I have any skeletons in my closet, but a woman should always keep some things close to her chest.
“Indeed.”
“I guess that means it’smyturn to find out more about you then. You know, to get us back on an even keel again.”
Barrett arches a brow. “Interrogate away,” he says, a rough edge to his voice sending a delicious shiver through me again.
“Okay. So what do you consult on?”
"Anything and everything," he says, far too succinct and rehearsed for my liking. But before I can counter, he continues. "Now tell me something about you that I wouldn't have been able to find out. Are you here on vacation?"
“Not so fast there, quick draw,” I counter.
“Never been accused of being a quick draw before.” His eyes darken and his lips curve up. “Something else I’ll have to prove later.”
