Page 26 of Yours To Take
“He’s a hot commodity. It’s not every day that we get someone that’s as attractive as he is coming to town.”
She’s right. As much as I want to deny it, Blake is hot. Whenever he wiped the sweat from his brow on our hike, it exposed a gorgeous set of abs. And that crooked smile of his? I want to kiss it.
“It doesn’t mean you need to spend all night ogling him.”
Ivy rests her elbow on the bar and drops her chin in hand. “Is that because you want to ogle him?”
I down the rest of my own drink and signal for Nash.
“Need another?”
“Desperately.”
“Hey!” Ivy smacks me on the arm this time. “I’m just trying to get you to see that you like him.”
“Like whom?” Nash asks, mixing a drink with ease.
“The new guy.” Ivy waggles her brows at Nash.
“Blake?” Nash turns his focus to me. “He’s straight as a whistle, and I’ll admit he’s hot.”
“You shouldn’t say that,” I tell him as he sets my drink in front of me.
“Why not? I have eyes. It’s not like I’m going to go after him.”
“Who are you not going after?” Peter comes up next to him.
“Blake Travers.”
“Think he’d be up for a threesome?” Peter asks Nash.
Nash thumbs over his shoulder at me. “Considering Gemma here has the hots for him, I don’t think we should.”
“See? Even these two see it, and they can’t see past one another.”
It’s true. Ever since Nash came back into my brother’s life, they’ve been so loved up, it’s disgusting. Or would be disgusting if not for everything they went through.
“We’re not that bad.” Peter glares at us.
“That’s not what Mason said last week.” Ivy sips on her drink, a sly look on her face.
Based on the fact that both Peter and Nash’s faces turn bright red, I don’t want more details.
I shoo them away. “As wonderful as this conversation is, please go back to work.”
“Thank God.” They both leave us, walking a little too close together toward the office.
“They really are adorable.”
I pluck the cherry out of my drink and pop it in my mouth. “I’m really happy for them.”
It’s then that someone across the bar catches my eye—someone I don’t recognize.
“Ooh, what have we here?” Ivy asks, swiveling on her barstool.
“Please don’t draw attention to us.”
“If you don’t plan on going after Blake, you could have a fun night with those guys.”
