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"What else did Nash say?" I'm not entirely sure I want to know. My brother knows all my dirty secrets…like the fact that I wanted to be a dragon when I was a kid, and about my humiliating Jane Austen era. I'm pretty sure I still have an entire diary full of thee's and thou's chronicling that period floating around somewhere. Don't even get me started on what Nash knows about my dating life. Considering that he's the reason I've never actually had one…well, let's just say he knows all the pitiful details.
"Not nearly enough," Noah mutters, his gaze flicking up and down my body.
I quickly cross my arms to hide my nipples, fairly certain he can see them through my uniform top since they're hard enough to cut glass at this point. His eyes heat and darken as he looks me over, turning my blood to liquid fire.
"He didn't tell me that you're fucking gorgeous. He also didn't tell me that hearing you talk hockey would get me all hot and bothered."
"Jesus Christ," Jack mumbles, scratching his face as if to hide a smile.
"You did not just say that." I gape at Noah, pretty sure he may have been dropped on his head as a baby.
"Uh, yeah. Not trying to be rude, but have you seen you?" He looks at me like I'm the one talking crazy here. "Nash didn't tell me that you look like a dirty little angel." He glances at Jack. "Shit. No offense or anything."
"None taken." Jack holds up his hands, smirking like the dang cat that ate the canary. I'm killing him. "Please, feel free to continue like I'm not even here."
"Oh my god," I whisper, glaring at my boss, who is practically choking on his tongue to keep from falling into a fit of laughter. This isn't the first time someone has hit on me at work. It happens more than I'd like. People seem to think that flirting with the barista is a sure way to get VIP treatment around here. They quickly learn that flattery will get them nowhere with me.
But Jack loves watching the show anyway. This is one show that needs to end soon, however. Noah may have starred in most of my fantasies for the last few years, but I'm not falling for his crap. No way. Not when I know he's reporting back to my brother.
"Where are we going to dinner tonight?"
"Excuse me?" I blink, caught off guard by the question.
"Dinner tonight," Noah repeats. "Where do you want to go after you show me around town?"
"Um, I am not showing you around town," I protest, gaping at him.
"You don't want to show me around?"
"Yes. No. I mean, I didn't agree to this." I huff out a breath, scraping my wild hair behind my ears as I try to regain my composure. Why did I even get out of bed this morning?
"Then we'll skip the tour and go straight to dinner. What time do you get off?"
I stare at Noah for a moment, trying to decide if I want to kill my brother now or make him suffer first. My crush is standing in front of me, talking about taking me to dinner…and we both know he's only doing it because Nash put him up to it.
"She gets off at five today."
"No, I don't." I cut my eyes at Jack. "Can you please go away? You aren't helping."
My boss backs away slowly, fighting laughter. The jerk.
"Look, I'm not sure why you owe my brother," I say to Noah once we're alone, "but you can just tell him that you're checking in and everything is great. No need to follow through. You two can call it even, and he'll never hear differently from me. But I do not need a babysitter, and we are not going to dinner."
Noah listens attentively to my little speech, nodding along. He gets it, thank God. I won't have to dodge him all over town just to keep him from reporting my every move to my crazy brother.
Note to self: murder Nash next time you see him. This is beyond too much.
"Do you feel better now that you've gotten that off your chest?"
"Surprisingly, yes."
Noah's deep chuckle does illegal things to forbidden places. "Good, because I'm not lying to your brother. I'm a man of my word, Dimples. Now, what time do you get off?"
"What time do I…what?" I splutter. He can't be serious!
His soft laughter rolls over me in a wave. "What time does your shift end, baby? I'll swing back by then to pick you up."
I gape at him, not sure if he's lost his mind or if I have. Did he not hear anything I said? "I'm not going anywhere with you," I growl. "I don't care what kind of favor you owe Nash. My life is my own."
