Page 123 of Tequila Tuesdays

The door closed behind him, and I turned to Evan.

He walked over, sighed tiredly, and rubbed his face. “Harley, I’m sorry I didn’t do that sooner. I also didn’t know there was some kind of bet.” He winced. “I’ll let human resources know we have a sexual harassment lawsuit coming.”

I patted his arm. “I’m good, Evan. You fired him. I think that’s a sufficient response from your office.”

Evan looked at the door where Trevor had stormed off and shook his head. “It’s hard to find decent attorneys these days.”

Damien grunted. “Decent and attorneys in the same sentence. Now there’s an oxymoron.”

Evan smiled as the elevator door finally opened. “Damien, good to see you. Harley, I’ll talk to you next week.”

When the door closed, I turned and elbowed Damien. “Your girlfriend is an attorney. Are you saying I’m not decent?”

Pulling me close, he smiled. “Sometimes you’re decent. And sometimes you’re naked.”

His thumb rubbed across my lips, and I flicked my tongue out to lick it.

His eyes hooded, and he leaned into me. “I like those times most of all.”

Epilogue

Ihunchedoverandwheezed a little as I stared across the net at Damien and Zeke’s volleyball team. My teammates were also panting, even though it was a mild fall morning and we’d only been playing for an hour or so. But we’d been playing hard.

I still really wanted to win, but not with the same all-consuming, burning desire I had two seasons ago when Damien had called my team the Walmart parking lot crew. Or even last season, before I found out Frankie had overdosed.

Most of my teammates knew Damien and Zeke well by now, and Jaime had started calling DamienHoyueloswhen he found out his nickname was Dimples. We also had a couple of new players this season when Josh moved out of state. But Tiana and Jaime still played on the team.

One of Damien’s teammates took the ball back to serve. We were down by two points, and I wasn’t feeling very confident this time around. We were tied, and this set would decide the match. And as usual, my team was out of gas.

If we were going to lose, I decided to make it interesting. Before the opposing player served, I quickly pulled off my jersey and threw it to the sideline. My sports bra wasn’t a ten-year-old relic this time, but a sleek black one with crisscross straps that held my girls up high and firm.

Damien straightened. Then he glared, his eyes flicking from my face to my chest. His teammate served, and our back line gave Jaime a good bump. He set it for me, and I spiked it between two of their players, earning a point.

“That’s cheating, Val,” Zeke said loudly. “Effective, but still cheating.”

I raised my hands in an innocent gesture. “What? I’m hot and there’s no rule saying we have to wear our jerseys the whole time. I checked.”

Jaime laughed and whipped off his jersey. His belly hung over his gym shorts a little, but the strange, random tattoos all over his torso distracted even me.

Zeke shrugged. “Well then, fuck it.” He pulled off his own shirt and threw it to the sideline. He had the physique of a sleek linebacker, and I heard Tiana whistle behind me.

Then Zeke pointed at Damien. “Off. If she wants to play dirty, we’ll play dirty.”

Damien stared at me, then he reached up and slowly pulled off his jersey. His pecs and biceps were muscular and perfectly shaped, and his cut abs led down to his beautiful V. Damn it, this was backfiring.

“There’s no way I’m taking my jersey off,” Tiana called from behind me. “I don’t care if we lose or not. But I am enjoying this view.”

I turned around and glared at her. She was staring at Zeke’s chest. Smart woman.

Then her gaze flicked to Damien, and I growled.

She shrugged. “What? I’m not dead.”

We played through the next point, but Damien’s chest was distracting. Zeke spiked the ball, and I jumped up to block it. The ball bounced off my hand onto our side, but Tiana didn’t even try to reach it.

“Really?” I asked her.

“What? I can only concentrate on one thing at a time.” Her eyes were glued to Zeke’s chest.

---