Page 54 of That Kind of Guy

“Just wondering what?” I gave him a light push to move past him. He caught my hand and spun me around so that I faced him.

“What it would be like.”

Another zing of electricity down my spine, and the pressure between my legs increased. Emmett looked down at me with that dark gaze I saw in the kitchen.

I wondered what it would be like, too. What his skin would feel like if I stripped his shirt off and ran my mouth down his flat stomach. What his tongue would feel like on my nipples. What it would feel like to stroke the hard length that pressed against me in the kitchen and feel him shudder.

I didn’t like this feeling, this out of control, overwhelming urge. I’d never felt like this before. Sex was always just an itch to scratch but with Emmett, it felt like more. It felt like something I needed.

It felt dangerous.

I shivered and shook the thoughts out of my head. I was here for one reason—to fulfill my end of the bargain so I could get my restaurant. I wasn’t here to play house with the most attractive guy in town.

“I’m going home,” I told him firmly.

“Are you walking?” He frowned. “It isn’t safe.”

“It’s safe, I walk home from the restaurant all the time in the middle of the night.”

“There are cougars.”

I laughed and sighed. “I’ll call a cab.”

“No need,” Hannah cut in behind me. “I’ll drive you. I only had a glass of wine with dinner, I’m okay to drive.”

“Great. Thanks, Hannah.” I looked back at Emmett with raised eyebrows. “Happy?”

He nodded, but he was still frowning. “Next time, you stay in the guest bedroom.”

“Why would she stay in the guest bedroom?” Hannah asked, slipping her cream-colored Converse sneakers on.

My mouth fell open and Emmett, and I exchanged anoopslook.

“He meant his bedroom,” I told her.

He nodded. “Yeah. That’s what I call it. The guest bedroom.”

Hannah frowned in confusion, and when she stooped to put the other shoe on, I gave Emmett awhat the hell?look.

“Emmett’s drunk,” I told Hannah, and it was his turn to shoot me that look. “Goodnight, Emmett.”

“Goodnight, Emmett.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Maybe have some water.”

He gave me an unimpressed look. “I will. Thanks for coming, Hannah.”

I followed Hannah out the door. “We have that meeting at the bank tomorrow,” I reminded him.

“Yep, I know.” He leaned on the door frame, watching me.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Adams. Text me when you get home.”

He stayed at the door until we got in the car and drove away.

I glanced over at Hannah while she made her way towards my place. “Did you have a good time tonight?”

The corners of her lips tugged in a small smile, and she nodded at me. “I did. I was nervous about going but happy I went.”

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