Page 45 of Her Possessive Daddies

"Done anything like that before?"

She shakes her head, back and forth, that blush deepening. Christ, she's beautiful when she's flustered.

"Would you..." I want to stop myself before I say something stupid. Dangerous territory here. "Consider doing it again?"

Her sharp intake of breath tells me everything I need to know. The way her pupils dilate, how she unconsciously leans closer to me.

"It’s possible." But she doesn't move away.

"Possible.." I trace the rim of my glass, watching her follow the movement.

The tension crackles between us, hot and insistent. She opens her mouth to respond, but a customer waves her down from the other end.

She glides back after serving the other customer, a new sway in her hips that wasn't there before. My bourbon's getting warm but I couldn't care less.

"Where were we?" Her voice is husky, meant just for me.

"Discussing possibilities." I close the distance between us. "You never answered my question."

"Which one was that?" The corner of her mouth quirks up. Playing coy now.

"About meeting up again." The words come out like gravel. "For a little more of the same."

Her fingers trace patterns in the condensation on the bar. "I’m not sure."

"Not sure?"

"Mhmm." But she doesn't step back. Doesn't break eye contact. "You're Corey's best friend, right?"

"And business partner. Could get you fired for flirting with customers."

A soft laugh escapes her lips. "Is that what we're doing? Flirting?"

"You tell me, sweetheart."

She bites her lower lip, considering. The gesture shoots straight to my groin. This woman has no idea what she does to me.

"Maybe I just like the attention." Her eyes sparkle with mischief. "Two successful, handsome men fighting over little old me?"

"Is that what this is?" I arch an eyebrow. "You playing us against each other?"

“I’m not sure….I’ve never had something like this happen before.” She smiles, and it lights up her whole face. Hell, the whole damn room.

The innocence in her voice doesn't match the heat in her eyes. What game is she playing here?

She straightens up, professional mask sliding back into place as customers approach. "Another bourbon, Mr. Baker?"

I down the last of my bourbon and stand. Any longer here and I'll do something we'll both regret. "I should go."

"Already?" The disappointment in her voice makes me warm all over.

"Early meeting tomorrow." A lie, but a necessary one. My self-control hangs by a thread.

She fidgets with her apron strings. "Oh. Right. Of course."

"We'll see each other again soon." I adjust my tie, needing something to do with my hands besides reaching for her. "Corey mentioned dinner plans."

"Did he?" Her eyes light up, and damn if that doesn't make me want to stay.

---