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Anybody but him. The Aces could have hired anybody. But it had to be him.
And now we have to face our history, or maybe we just let it explode right here in the break room on top of that old table where I used to write essays.
God, I’m a puddle of need right now. I think this might be the single hottest, most erotic moment of my life.
He leans down, and his lips graze my neck. He takes just the tiniest nibble there that’s like a bolt of electricity directly to my vagina before he straightens and stares down at me, our eyes saying something to each other in a language I’m no longer familiar with.
I wish I was.
I wish I could decode what he’s thinking right now.
But the moment passes. His eyes cloud over, and he drops his hand from my hip and pushes himself away from the wall.
“I didn’t know you had a kid,” he says softly, his eyes averted to the ground.
And he takes those words with him as he walks out of the break room, leaving me a hot mess that needs to pull myself the fuck together before I head back to said kid at the table out there waiting for me.
I’m not sure why that matters. I’m not sure why that changes things. We’re already enemies. We already hate each other. It’s not like me having a kid has anything to do with that, but eventually it clicks that he doesn’t know I’m not with my kid’s dad.
He might think I’m in a relationship.
It’s almost…chivalrous?
Did he just do the right thing?
Not that I’d give him credit, but still.
I wait a beat to walk out of the break room, smoothing down my dress and fluffing my hair a little as I do my best to pull it together.
But…what the actual fuck was that?
Was he going to kiss me? Is he as affected as me, or is this all in my mind?
Did it really even happen?
It did. The scent of wood and bergamot is still in the air. He was here. His body was pressed to mine, and I think I can smell him on my clothes.
I want to smell him on my clothes, but it’s wrong.
Especially here. This is my dad’s bar. Merely interacting with someone from the Nash family is a slap in the face to my own family, and just because there’s a history between us and clearly still heat between us doesn’t mean I’m going to give in.
Lincoln wants his new job to go off without a hitch, and I really think that’s all this strange encounter was about. Does he want me? Does he hate me?
Or is it a little of each…sort of exactly how I’m feeling?
There are intense and deep feelings there between us. That’s about the extent of how I can categorize this right now.
I need to get back to Jonah.
I draw in a deep breath as I brush that feeling of whiplash off, and I open the door Lincoln walked through less than thirty seconds ago, still flustered as I smooth my hands down the front of my dress again even though nothing happened back here to have wrinkled my clothes. Nervous habit, I guess.
But sitting at the table closest to the break room is none other than Ryan Rivera.
He definitely misinterprets that nervous habit to have meant something else entirely.
He looks at me, his eyes widening a bit as he puts two and two together even though four is not what just happened. Or fore…play. Or whatever. Nothing happened except his nose brushing mine and ancient history being dredged up to the surface and sparks flying between us. I’m just not sure if they were the sexy, hot sparks or the sort that are capable of igniting a raging wildfire.
Ryan glances back at Lincoln, and then his head whips back to mine before a sly smile forms on his lips.
