She frowns for a second. I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it.
Damn, I love that! She reacts to me even when she doesn’t want to.
I don’t know why she tries so hard to resist me. I’m not such a bad guy. I’m fit and healthy, a successful business owner, I’m not in debt, and I’m pretty damn good-looking. Or so I hear anyway.
M. LeightonSo, what’s it gonna be, boys? We’ve got a new bartender to audition.”
Cheers go up all around me. Olivia’s got a fan base already. She’s gonna make me a killing.
I grit my teeth against the little stab of jealousy I feel.
What the hell’s that all about?
Anyone will tell you I don’t have a jealous bone in my body. There are too many willing women in the world to get all bent out of shape over one. Envy is just not in me.
Not usually.
My first thought upon waking is of Cash. Licking my stomach. Tonguing my navel. And then looking so hard into my eyes.
God, I could’ve devoured him right then and there!
Damn the bad boys!
If you’re really uncomfortable with this, you don’t have to do it.”
I hold my breath as I lean back to get her answer, hoping the brave one will win out.
And she does.
Slowly, Olivia shakes her head and wiggles a little closer to me on the bar. Her eyes are sparkling with determination. And challenge. And it makes me jerk in my jeans.
I grin at her. “All right. You asked for it,
When I lift my head, my eyes meet hers and in them, whether she would ever admit it or not, is desire. Lots of hot, sweaty, pin-me-up-against-the-wall desire.
M. LeightonWithin a fraction of a second, I not only recognize the voice, but I react to it. My stomach flutters in pleasurable excitement.
“Good morning,” I return. It’s Cash
Regardless of my feelings on the issue with Taryn, I know it won’t bode well for me if I let Cash train me. I just don’t trust myself around him. Not completely anyway.
M. LeightonI pause. My face feels warm, but pleasantly so. It occurs to me that, no matter how much I avoid him, no matter how wrong I know he is for me, he is going to be nearly impossible to resist.
Dammit!
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