Page 7 of SEAL's Paradise
“Now that’s better, kitten.Think I can get lucky tonight?”he asked, his eyes dancing with amusement and clear male interest.
Flustered, she stammered out a response as he chuckled.Why did she act so tongue-tied around Sawyer half the time?Riley was a professional.You’d never know it when he was in the same room.She shouldn’t let him rattle her so much, yet somehow, it happened every damn time.“I’ll see you tonight,” she finally said, getting back into her convertible before he could help her.She could certainly get in her own vehicle without Sawyer’s panty-dropping personality trying to assist.
“Can’t wait,” he said with a grin, closing the driver’s side door for her before she could stop him.
He gave her a little salute, then walked away, looking far too sexy for his own good.
Screw him and his playboy ways.
Meeting him tonight could be a mistake, but she was running out of options.She could narrow down the possibilities of the man who frequented Coconuts by herself.She’d been focused on Sawyer but had a couple of other guys in mind to consider.
Except Riley didn’t have a damn clue who the second traitor could be.
She gripped the steering wheel, her mind focusing back on the present.That entire conversation had left her somewhat shaken up, and Sawyer seemed to love getting the one up on her.
Typical man.
All of the men on his team were alpha males used to being in charge, controlling the situation and commanding every room they entered.Sawyer was someone who craved control.She could see that.Riley blinked as a sudden thought startled her—the idea of Sawyer taking control in bed.Pinning her down as he kissed her thoroughly.Spreading her legs as he positioned himself.Sliding inside as she gasped in pure pleasure.
Riley shook her head, trying to clear her mind.What was she thinking?She’d never have sex with Sawyer.A man like him was dangerous.He wouldn’t hurt her in the physical sense, but she’d also be nothing more than another notch on his bedpost before he moved on to the next woman who caught his eye.
How many women had he taken home in the past?She hardly dared to wonder.She’d seen Sawyer in action at Coconuts.Was he all talk or was he really bedding a new woman every week?
Riley sucked in a breath as the Hawaiian breeze blew through her hair.The air was warm.Salty.Freaking magnificent.She pulled her hair back into a ponytail so it didn’t whip in her face as she drove along the highway, then started the engine.Glancing in the rearview mirror, she realized her face was flushed, her eyes bright.And Sawyer was climbing into his pickup truck across the lot, damn near looking like sex on a stick.A moment later, she saw the brake lights on the back light up.He’d started the engine but hadn’t left yet.He was waiting for her text, and she’d been sitting here, stalling.
Grabbing her phone, she sent him her address, then shot off another message.
Riley:Thanks for meeting me this afternoon, Sawyer Cole Collins.
Sawyer:Fucking hell.No one calls me that except my mama.
She laughed, a certain sense of glee filling her chest.Score one for her.
Riley:Behave yourself tonight.We will be working together after all.
She could almost imagine him drawling his response.
Sawyer:Now where’s the fun in that?
