Page 102 of Sweet Temptation

And maybe kinda… hot?

But that was just my dick trying to run the show.

“It’s fine,” I said neutrally, looking out the window again in hopes of getting us moving. “Just doing my job.”

“Mm-hmm. Your job.”

I could feel her eying me, still, and looked over to find her gaze drifting down my body. I wasn’t even gonna look down. Really wasn’t sure how obvious it was that I was still half-hard. Definitely hoping my jacket was covering it, but drawing attention to it wasn’t gonna help.

“And you don’t feel like your ability to do your job is at all compromised by the fact that you’re attracted to me?”

Wow. Woman was direct.

I liked it. Or I would’ve, if she wasn’t my client.

Kinda unfortunate that I’d failed to hide that attraction, but at this point, I couldn’t really be surprised.

See-through underwear, for fuck’s sake.

“My job is to keep you safe,” I told her, being as direct back as I could, “so that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“So, reading between the lines of that statement… We’re not hooking up in some heated moment in the middle of the night?”

Unfortunately.

“That would be inadvisable. And… improper,” I told her, feeling awkward and damn stiff as I searched for the right words. It wasn’t the first time a client had come on to me. But it was definitely the first time I’d liked it. “And by the way, we’re late for your meeting with Roni.”

Jude’s girlfriend, Roni, was a local event promoter; she’d booked Summer a show next month, and they were meeting up for happy hour, like ten minutes ago.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure Roni will understand,” she said, “when she gets a look at you.”

I completely ignored that. Or tried to.

Summer started the car and turned up the music, and finally, we pulled away from the curb.

* * *

As it turned out, Roni did understand.

“Jude told me he’d put a guy on you,” she told Summer as soon as they’d sat down at a table in the restaurant. I’d taken a seat at the nearby bar, where I could clearly hear them. “I’m impressed. He looks like he could choke someone out while he fucks you up against the wall.”

I almost choked on my water.

“Doesn’t he, though,” Summer said, and I could feel them both checking me out.

Clearly, the fact that I’d advised my client that it would be improper for us to cross professional boundaries… had fallen on deaf ears.

But mercifully, they got talking about business.

Happy hour turned into dinner, and since Summer had been drinking, she actually let me drive her car home afterward. She was in a great mood and didn’t even complain when I plucked the car keys from her hand in the parking lot.

The great mood didn’t last long, though.

We hadn’t even left her house to head to the Ruby nightclub for her gig when we got into a debate—over who was driving us there.

I’d told her we’d take my car.

She had a problem with that. Of course.

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