Page 42 of Body Shot

Asshole.

“I’m disappointed you aren’t drinking tequila.” My gaze sweeps over the table.

“We may have to do that,” the guy says. “I really enjoyed the Sauza.” He looks at Hayden. “Which one was your favorite?”

“The, uh, Don Julio . . .”

I asked her that exact question. And then I’d taken her back to the office to let her taste something even better . . . and oh yeah, tequila too.

Her cheeks redden and I know she’s thinking the exact same thing.

Her eyes meet mine and I feel the jolt of heat in my groin. She quickly looks away. My smile grows tighter. “Well, enjoy your drinks.” I narrow my eyes at them and turn back to the bar.

Jesus.

I try not to watch them as I serve customers, pouring beers and tequila shots, mixing drinks, wiping glasses, but it’s hard to resist looking back at them. She looks so gorgeous, her hair loose and straight down her back, and she’s wearing a top that shows off her slender arms and shoulders. I want to touch her skin and taste her. My insides tighten and I feel pressure inside.

I wipe the counter and watch as Hayden laughs at something the douchebag says. Then she gets up from the table, picking up her purse. Are they leaving? No, she’s heading toward the bathroom. Perfect.

She walks by the end of the bar and I follow her, ignoring the customers. Just as she reaches the ladies’ room, I grab her upper arm.

She startles and turns to see me right behind her. “Oh!”

“Come with me.” I accompany my command with a firm grip on her arm and lead her down the hall. She doesn’t resist and we end up in the office. I shut the door behind us and face her, setting my hands on her hips. “What are you doing here with him?”

She stares at me. “I’m babysitting him. What does it look like I’m doing?”

My eyebrows lower even more. “It looks like you’re on a date with him.”

“I guess you could call it that. He invited me out for a drink.”

“Fuck that.”

“What? You have no say in who I date.”

My back teeth grind together. “I don’t like it.”

“Why?”

A muscle twitches in my cheek. Why don’t I like it? “I don’t know. But I don’t like it.”

She has to laugh. “It seems like you’re jealous.”

“I don’t get jealous.”

“Then you’re just being a dick.”

I glare at her.

Crap. She’s right.

My lips twitch. “Yeah, I am, aren’t I? Shit.”

Hayden swallows, still staring at me with wide eyes.

I release a short breath, expelling some of the tension from my body. “Okay, I’m not sure what jealousy feels like,” I admit. “You might be right.”

She sighs. “If you want the truth, you don’t need to be jealous. Will’s a nice guy, but . . .”

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