Page 18 of Irresistible Temptation
“Hey,” I said, getting her attention again as I touched her forearm gently.
She looked at me expectantly, her arched brows high on her forehead as her eyes searched mine.
“I’m off the clock, so you don’t have to worry,” I said.
She tilted her head curiously, like she wasn’t understanding what I was trying to say.
“Right now, I’m not your boss,” I clarified, running my thumb against the soft skin of her arm where my hand still lingered.
She looked down at my hand, heat reaching her cheeks, before looking back up at me.
“So, whoareyou then?” she asked, a small smile hinting at her lips.
“Tonight, I’m just a guy at a show talking to an attractive woman,” I replied, regretfully removing my hand from her arm and taking my drink from the bartender who had approached. I took a sip before giving her a smile.
She bit her lip, the pouty flesh breaking free after only a second of being captive to her teeth. It completely distracted me from anything and anyone else. “Then I guess I’m just a woman who is willing to let an attractive man, who’snother boss, buy her a drink.”
The way she said it and the way her eyes narrowed in on me made my cock twitch in my pants. I didn’t know if it was the liquor talking, or if she felt the same sexual tension I had since that morning, but there was something there. Something in this dimly lit club moving to the music that pulsed between us.
I grinned. “I might just have to buy the whole damn bar then.” I signaled for the bartender again, eager to give this woman anything she wanted just as long as she kept looking at me that way.
She giggled slightly as she eyed the bar. “It would take a long time to drink everything.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, raising a brow.
She nodded before leaning in closer, her breasts dangerously close to brushing against me. “It would probably take all night,” she said, her voice dropping an octave. “I might just have to spend the night.”
Her boldness took me off guard, and I felt the start of an erection press through my pants at the way the words rolled off her tongue and the way she looked up at me through her dark lashes. This night was taking a twist I hadn’t seen coming. I made a mental note to thank Will for forcing me to come.
Chapter 9
Juliet
I almost regretted the words that had slipped out of my mouth, thanks to two shots and a cocktail. Or maybe it was the fact that I constantly had Chester in the back of my mind since our encounter that morning. I had never been so bold, practically throwing myself at the guy. Not a guy. Myboss. Though he told me that tonight he didn’t hold that title, and by the way his lips curled up at my words, I had a feeling he liked my boldness.
He was the last person I expected to see tonight, in a place like this in New York City. Yet, here he was in another well-fitted suit and an easy smile across his lips. Overdressed, yes, but he looked like he owned the place. He was the only guy I could think of to pull off a suit that probably cost more than my rent in a club like this, and others seemed to think so too. Women especially. I could see the way they side-eyed him, inappropriate thoughtsinfiltrating their cocktail-buzzed minds. But he was standing here withme.
“So, what will you start with?” asked Chester, looking at me as the bartender waited somewhat impatiently on the other side of the bar, drumming his fingers against the bar top and watching this flirty exchange continue between us.
“A vodka soda, please,” I said, avoiding any more suggestive words from escaping my mouth.
“You heard the lady,” said Chester, nodding toward the bartender before turning his back and leaning comfortably against the bar top.
“So, who did you come here with tonight?” he asked, looking around the venue as he sipped his bourbon. I distractedly watched as his throat bobbed while the liquor ran down his throat.
I cleared my own throat, trying to break free from whatever spell he had me under to answer his simple question.
“A few girlfriends,” I said, looking out at the crowd where I could see Sarah’s purple hair swaying to the music toward the front of the stage. I then looked for Sadie, who was just a little ways down the bar, draped under Jeremiah’s arm and giving me a curious smirk as she eyed Chester. I could feel my cheeks burn as if I was being caught doing something inappropriate.
“Oh?” asked Chester. “I could have sworn you were with that blond gentleman from the way he was looking at you.”
Was that a hint of jealousy in his voice?
“Ben?” I asked with a laugh.
“If that’s his name,” replied Chester coolly.
I shook my head and laughed again. “I barely just met him. He’s a friend of a friend. Besides, he’s married.”
