Page 23 of Love Is Ale You Need

A grin curls around his full lips. “That was good. But I don’t speak finger, so you have to give me a good reason why?”

“Because you’re… Trey.”

“That’s not a good reason.”

“You’re not my type.”

“Sexy. Confident. Well-endowed aren’t your type?”

I snort a laugh. “More like cocky and full of himself aren’t my type. Plus, you wear a suit.”

“What’s wrong with the suit?” He runs his hands down the lapels of his jacket.

“Nothing per se, but I just don’t do suits. They’re too…suity. It only adds to the cocky and arrogant thing you got going on.” I wave my hand over his body.

“Well, I can fix that.” Trey stands and removes his suit jacket and drapes it over the backrest of his stool. His fingers dig into the knot of his tie, loosening it. Next, he pops the button at his collar.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Taking off the suit.”

“You’re going to strip? Right here, in a full bar?”

“Yup.” He undoes a couple more buttons.

I want to tear my gaze away, but I can’t. Instead, I spit out whatever words I can muster. “Keep your clothes on. No one wants to see you naked.”

Nora smacks my arm, and I jerk my head to face her. From the corner of her mouth she says, “Speak for yourself. I kinda want to see what he’s packing underneath.”

I narrow my gaze at her. She shrugs and slinks away but keeps a close eye on Trey in case he does remove the rest of his clothes. She wouldn’t want to miss that. Hell, right now I don’t want to miss it either.

Trey clears his throat and I twist around to meet his gaze. “So, what’s it going to be? Am I getting naked right here or are we going on a date?

“If she doesn’t take it, does the offer extend to others in the room?” Nora asks over my shoulder. I nudge her away and she laughs.

“The entire bar doesn’t need to see you naked. Even though I’m pretty sure over half of the females here already have.”

Without missing a beat, Trey locks his gaze on mine. “But there’s only one woman I want to see me naked now.”

I can’t even hide my grin anymore. It's like he controls the strings connected to the corners of my lips and can pull them at his will, forcing a smile. He always has a snappy comeback to one up me. It’s infuriating but also weirdly turns me on. Spinning around, I slide down the bar, desperate to distract myself and escape Trey's captivating presence.

“Where are you going? You never answered my question.”

I glance over my shoulder. “About dinner? I don’t think so.”

“You still haven’t given me a good reason why.”

“I don’t do dinner.”

“It’s one meal. One friendly meal. Since we’re friends and all.”

“You’re relentless, aren’t you?” I tap away at the screen until it spits out a receipt.

“You haven’t told me no yet.” He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s one word. Two letters. Say it and I’ll never ask you again.”

I slap the paper on the bar and push it towards him. “There’s your bill. I’m closing out so I can go home. Here’s your date. You can walk me out.”

“Done.” He throws back the glass, swallowing the last gulp of his beer and slams it on the bar when it’s empty.

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