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“I do when I find it interesting enough.”
“What’s the last book you found interesting enough?”
“She Likes It Hot.”
Warmth rushes to my cheeks. “You’re reading the one I sent you?” I ask, completely surprised.
Grayson’s mouth turns up, clearly humored by my reaction. “I am.”
I’m blown away by his admission and a bit turned on. I know the contents of that book and it’s not possible for someone to read it without getting heavily aroused. “What do you think of it?”
“It’s as your notes said, erotically climatic.”
I giggle sheepishly. “I said that, didn’t I?”
“Made me want to read it, and the author’s writing made me want to read more. After all, it is good to know what a woman likes.”
The alcohol and conversation work together warming my body. I take another drink and hold back my smirk. A handsome man who likes to know how to please a woman. Grayson, the panty-melter, is disintegrating mine as we speak.
My silence seems to intrigue him.
“What are you thinking, Princess?”
My brow ticks. “Things that will get me in trouble.”
“Now, Emma, don’t tease me like that. I want to know everything you’re thinking.” His expression is playful, challenging.
If only he could see the images flashing through my mind. I don’t have the gumption to say them out loud.
Grayson’s hand tenderly places my hair behind my ear. “Emma, I like it when you’re honest with me. I want you to always be honest.” His thumb caresses my cheek, and his hand follows the shape of my chin before pulling back. That gentle and affectionate touch has my nipples hard against my bra and I adjust in my seat as the warmth builds at my core.
My lips part and with the alcohol giving me liquid courage, I start to speak.
“Grayson Cole.”
My mouth snaps shut at the sound of his name coming from a tall woman with wavy, black hair, a red dress, and legs for days.
Grayson appears to recognize the voice, even without looking at her. His posture changes, going from relaxed to rigid, before turning to meet her gaze.
“Fancy meeting you here,” she singsongs.
“Olivia. How are you?”
Her dark, brown gaze sweeps over me, taking in my looks, hair, clothing, then returns to him. “I’m very well. Here to meet a client for dinner and drinks. And you?”
Grayson motions to me. “This is my colleague and friend, Emma Williams. We’re enjoying an after work drink.”
Olivia extends her hand and gives a tight, quick handshake. “Pleasure.” Her attention steadies on Grayson once again. “We should get together. It’s been a while.” The corner of her mouth raises into a flirty grin.
The underlying hint is clear, but Grayson doesn’t acknowledge it. “Been busy with the new assignment. I’m working for Schmidt and Costello. When my schedule opens up, I’ll try to give you a call.”
“You should. I miss you.”
She winks and my stomach churns. There’s obvious history between the two of them and I’m sitting here like the awkward third wheel. I wave to the bartender for my bill.
When I look back at Olivia and Grayson, she’s leaning in, whispering something in his ear with her hand on his leg. The other hand is stroking his neck and shoulder.
The bartender brings my bill and I reach into my purse, hand my credit card to him, hoping to scurry away from this awkward situation as fast as I can.
