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“Don’t pay any attention to them,” Harper said, straightening the pin on her sweater.
Aubrey nodded, picking a piece of lint off her back. “Just go and have fun.”
“We won’t wait up,” River added with a smirk.
“Thanks, ladies.” Inda clasped her handbag close, trying to ignore the slight tremble in her fingers as she headed to the elevator that would take her straight down to the small parking garage beneath the warehouse. The set up was pretty amazing, and she liked it even better than the bungalows they’d shared in Playa del Oro before Camille Mercier had burned them to the ground.
Inda told Lucas she’d meet him down at the wharf. The last thing she wanted was for him to come pick her up and start asking questions about why she lived in a warehouse with so many other people. The less he knew, the better.
Climbing into one of the team’s Suburbans, Inda adjusted the seat and mirrors. Damn, those guys had freaking long-ass legs. She carefully backed up and turned the SUV toward the exit, hitting the remote control to open the door. It felt like she was driving a bus. Luckily, she was an experienced driver in all kinds of vehicles, making the trek over trolley tracks and up and down endless hills easy to navigate.
Parking the beast of a car on a side street near Fisherman’s Wharf, she quickly checked her appearance in the mirror before sliding out of the car, locking it and walking up the block. They were meeting at a wine bar called Grape Leaf. Thank God, because she was going to need some alcohol to settle her growing nerves. As much as she knew this thing with Lucas couldn’t go anywhere, she was ready to have a little fun tonight.
No harm in that, right?
???
Lucas waited patiently outside the wine bar, watching a few seagulls squawk and circle nearby as they tried to snatch food from tourists on the wharf. He’d always been drawn to the liveliness of Fisherman’s Wharf. It was a perfect spot for a first date.
Technically, it wasn’t exactly a real date. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.
The moment he saw Inda appear, his stomach did a weird little sink and spin move. She was heading toward him, moving through the sea of sightseers, and he’d never seen her look more gorgeous. Her long, thick hair was down and his fingers itched to sink into that dark mane, to tug and twist it around hishand while he kissed her into oblivion. A breeze swept over the wooden pier, catching the hem of her sundress and lifting it just enough to give him a tempting view of her legs.
She lifted a small hand, shielding her eyes from the setting sun, and then those long-lashed beauties landed on him and he could’ve sworn her entire face lit up. Or, maybe that was just wishful thinking on his part.
“Hi.” She sounded a little out of breath as she approached him, and it was sexy as hell.
“Hi. I hope you’re hungry. This place is really good.”
“Starving,” she answered, batting her lashes.
Why did they look so long and even darker than usual? Did she do something different? Had she put some extra effort into her appearance…for him? The idea made him puff his chest out a little more. Her cinnamon scent immediately surrounded him and he breathed deeply, savoring its intoxicating spiciness.Damn.He was in big trouble.
Reaching for her elbow, he guided her into the restaurant and the hostess seated them next to a window overlooking the bay. They had a perfect view of Alcatraz, and the sinking sun made the water shimmer.
“It’s so pretty,” Inda murmured, spreading the napkin on her lap. She turned her focus on him and, for a moment too long, they stared at each other.
The waitress appeared, interrupting whatever spell they’d been under, and Lucas cleared his throat and took a quick gulp of water. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Inda, true to her nickname Bruja, was bewitching him. And he couldn’t let thathappen. He had a job to do. Unfortunately for him, it meant bringing this very lovely and deceptive enchantress to her knees.
Inda on her knees. Goddamn, what an image that conjured up.Fuck me.What he wouldn’t give to be the reason her knees were covered in rug burn. To have those plump, shiny red lips wrapped around his—
“Have you always lived here?” she asked, interrupting his salacious thoughts.
Gritting his jaw, he shook his head as the waitress returned with their wine. Lucas took a big sip, buying himself time to get his shit together. “No, I’m originally from Oregon.”
“How did you wind up here? Work?”
Yes, he should have just said yes. But something possessed him to tell her the truth. “No, my mom got sick. There were some specialists down here, so it only made sense.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, but thanks.”Change the subject, Sheridan.“What about you? What brought you to the City by the Bay?”
“Work.” She gave him a sultry, slightly mysterious smile that made his groin tighten. He watched her take a sip of wine, keying in on her mouth as she licked a wayward drop from her lips, and wondered how long they were going to dance around each other and the truth.
How long until he had her sundress hiked up and his head beneath the skirt. The urge to taste her, to find out if she was as wet as he hoped, made his control slip a notch.
Get back on track,he scolded himself.Your mouth is going nowhere near her pussy.
