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The billionaire.
My enormous redheaded shadow.
And every time I glanced his way, our eyes would meet and hold like two magnets, shooting off a myriad of sparklers just inside my chest. I took a ragged breath. I liked him a lot. Probably too much to be healthy, I reasoned.
But then, he wasn’t exactly making it easy on me. First, he swooped in and peeled Kenny off me. Then there was the whole private flight to New York.
And God help me, his tongue was made of pure gold.
Or maybe that was his fingers.
My eyes flickered down. I couldn't even imagine what his dick was like. I moaned softly, closing my eyes. I was lying to myself… I had imagined it a hundred times in the two weeks that I’d known him.
Jamie had gotten attached to the idea that it was his job to show up towards the end of my shifts, and then he would help me close and walk me home. At my door, he would lean in, pressing sweet, drugging kisses on me until I was nearly begging him to come in.
But it never went that far.
I shifted against the countertop, my thighs aching. I wasn’t sure what game he was playing, but he was damn good at it.
“You good there, little one?” Jamie’s deep voice was close.
I snapped open my eyes, my jaw falling slack as I realized what I’d been doing.
I knew my face had to be ten different shades of red, and I quickly turned to grab a glassful of ice and top it with orange soda. His favorite. I slammed it down between us. With a smirk that told me exactly how obvious it had been, Jamie took the glass and curled his massive body onto one of the barstools.
“I’m fine,” I lied, moving away to the other side to hand a waitress one of the drinks she needed.
Betty took my spot, eagerly engaging Jamie in conversation. He handled it as smoothly as he did everything else. The only clue that he might be thinking of something other than bar real estate was the way his eyes still followed me hungrily from station to station.
“Are you really going to wait in here every night, just to wash dishes?” I couldn’t look at him. “Not exactly how I picture someone like you spends your nights usually.”
His grin was wolfish. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be. Unless you are willing to quit your job and let me spend every night worshipping you.”
I forced a laugh, but my hands dug into the edge of the counter for balance. My thighs actually twitched. “What’s it pay?”
“Not much, but the benefits—” his gaze crawled up my body “—would be all yours.”
I stared at him, a large part of me ready to leap the counter and slip right back into his lap. I could let him carry me away. I could let him take me away from all of this.
“I’m sure they are.” I leaned across the counter, enjoying the way his eyes darkened. I brushed my lips across his still mouth, just enough to sate my need to touch him. For now.
A cramp pulled at my belly, and I flinched, settling back. But Jamie had seen it.
“Is something wrong?”
Cheeks flaming, I busied my hands lining up a set of drinks headed out to the back table. “No, nothing to worry about.”
I might fantasize about him whisking away from this life of endless jobs. But there was no way I was about to explain to Jamie Calvin that my period was wrecking literal havoc on my body right now. I really liked this guy. I wasn’t going to scare him away with discussion on cramps and swollen bellies.
I marched past his stool on my way back from delivering the drinks, and his hand snuck out, wrapping me up tight as I passed. I sighed, my body immediately sinking into his hold.
His nose pressed to the soft hollow under my ear. “You can tell me,” he whispered.
I pressed a quick kiss to the side of his face and then escaped back to my safe zone, surrounded by ice, glasses, and our happy hour–goers. They were my wall between us, which tonight I needed desperately. Because not only did I want to climb into that lap, But I wanted to kiss his lips. I wanted to tell him about my day and hear about his as well.
I bit my lip.
This night was taking forever.
