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“Okay, I see your point, butno. Not pregnant, thank you very much. We’ve worked together for a long time, and I made a commitment to show you the ropes. I feel like I’ve dropped the ball with that, and it’s time to get you moving in the right direction. I don’t think we’re looking to sign any free agents this year. The ones I want aren’t up for grabs. And Dylan’s important to me. I really want to be there for him during the fundraiser. You know how to handle anything that comes up. Don’t you feel like you’re capable?”
Miranda squared her shoulders, looking every bit the professional she was. “I’ve memorized everything about how you work. Even this.” She narrowed her eyes, and her lips went ruler straight with just the slightest hint of a smile beneath her determined expression. “See? I know I can make you proud.”
“Impressive as hell, Miranda. You’ve always been a loyal employee, and I have every confidence in you.” She tried to ignore the roiling feeling in her stomach that she knew stemmed from relinquishing control. Despite what she’d said to Dylan a few weeks earlier about Miranda saying the wrong thing, she trusted her. Miranda was bright, she was professional, and she had a cell phone with a direct line to Tiffany if anything came up that she couldn’t handle. This was the right thing to do. She trusted Miranda to know when to speak for her and when to make the call. Thinking of Miranda’s accessibility during her vacation, she said, “Maybe in some cases you’retooloyal.”
“There’s no such thing.”
“I think there might be. Just because I work—worked—twenty-four-seven doesn’t mean you have to. I think there’s something to be said about having balance.”
“You can say that because you’re balancing with Dylan. But me?” She sighed and crossed her arms. “I’m doing a solo balancing act, so work doesn’t have much to interfere with. Now that you live here full-time, you’ll get a good dose of how boring my life actually is.”
“Then maybe we’ll have to work on that, too.” As the words left her mouth, Tiffany was surprised to hear herself sounding like a friend, not just a boss or colleague. Happiness bloomed inside her. She and Miranda were such good work partners, it made sense that forging a stronger friendship would come naturally. She could kick herself for hiding behind a rock for so long.
“Hey, you know what?” she said to Miranda. “Dylan’s working late tonight. Why don’t we go to NightCaps and grab a drink?”
“You want tohang out?” Miranda’s jaw dropped open. “To talk about work, right?”
“Stop looking at me like I’m an alien.” She pulled Miranda up to her feet. “Yes, I want to go hang out, andno, I don’t want to talk about work.”
“Now Iknowhe’s drugging you.”
DYLAN LOOKED ACROSS the bar at Miranda and Tiffany sitting in his favorite booth. They’d been there for hours, laughing and drinking like old friends, and it made him happy. Almost as happy as the sexy texts and coy, seductive glances Tiffany had been sending him all night. He turned away as his phone buzzed with another text from her.
If that blonde eyes my man one more time, I might have to climb over that bar and show her just how TAKEN you are.
He chuckled and shoved his phone into his pocket without replying, turning back to the flirtatious blonde—and stealing a quick glance at Tiffany. Her eyes narrowed. She said something to Miranda and rose to her feet with a determined expression like the one she’d had the first night they’d met. His cock stirred with the memory of the smoking-hot make-out session that followed.
“Decide to take me up on my offer?” the blonde purred across the bar.
“Thanks, but I’m not on the market.”
Tiffany sidled up to the bar, setting those sexy, grassy-green eyes on him, and he was a goner. There wasn’t a woman alive who could tempt him away. And the look in her eyes told him that if he’d had any doubt that she felt the same way about him,which he didn’t, she was about to destroy it.
“Hey there, handsome,” Tiffany said. “How about you and I go back into your office and discuss last night’s…transaction.”
The other woman scoffed and stepped from her stool. “Not on the market? Right.”
She stormed off, and Dylan couldn’t temper his amusement. He stepped out from behind the bar and pulled Tiffany against him.
“You are a shameless flirt,” she said with feigned annoyance.
Speaking gruffly into her ear, he said, “Got you right here, didn’t it?” His hand dropped to her ass and he gave it a tight squeeze, earning a shocked squeak from Tiffany. “You just bought yourself a night of being bent over my bar and that pretty little skirt of yours either torn off or bunched around your waist, so you’d better be ready to pony up when I close.”
He felt her heartbeat quicken, but she lifted her chin and held his gaze. She was tremendously good at cloaking herself in armor. But the armor was no longer cold and forbidding. It was smoldering and inviting.
“I’llpony upwhen I’m good and ready.” She pushed her hand between them and cupped his balls, making him instantly hard. “Just checking to make sure my horse is ready for the ride.”
She turned on her heels and strutted away, leaving Dylan hard, horny, and wishing he could close the bar early.
When closing time finally came, it was torture waiting for the staff to finish their work and take off for the night. And it didn’t help that Tiffany was bending over tables with her ass in the air as she wiped them down, taunting him every chance she got. Dylan finally locked the door behind the last employee, his pulse sprinting as he strode across the room toward the woman who’d set his world on fire. Tiffany sat on a stool with a lascivious look in her eyes. There was no slowing down, not a chance in hell that he could ease in as her heady scent engulfed him.
“Time to make good on your promises, summer girl.” He yanked her skirt up, pushed her legs open wide, and tugged her to the front of the stool. Grinding his throbbing cock against her, he grabbed a fistful of hair and claimed her in a rough kiss. He ate at her mouth as she fumbled with the button on his jeans. Thank fucking God they had stained glass windows, because he wasn’t about to move from where they were. He fisted his hand in her hair, tugging her head back so she opened wider for him. She made a greedy noise as he took the kiss deeper. She pushed her hands into his briefs, stroking him with such a perfect, tight grip, his entire body shuddered. He wanted to fuck her every which way, but her mouth was so fucking hot, so sweet, he wanted that first.
He pushed his jeans down to his knees. “Suck me, baby. I want to fuck your mouth before I bend you over this bar and fuck you so good you forget your own name.”
“God I love your demands.” She rose off the stool and slanted her mouth over his, biting his lower lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. The tantalizing pain ignited in his veins.
“Fuck I love that,” he growled.
