Page 5 of Merry with a Brewmaster
“Easier except when I want to sleep with someone else.”
“Then go to his place,” he says through gritted teeth like it actually pains him to say it.
How did we get here?
Things with Wells were supposed to be low-key fun, and no one was supposed to get hurt. But as I watch him right now, his chest heaving, I know he’d be furious if another man touched me.
And even worse?
That knowledge lights me up inside.
“Don’t wear that shirt again.”
He rolls his lips inward. “I just needed an extra boost today.”
“Well, you’re not allowed to wear it here again. Or anywhere I might be.”
“Seems a little unreasonable.”
“That’s my specialty.”
He opens his mouth and then closes it, his lips pressed into a hard line to stop whatever he was about to say from escaping.
I could guess, but it would probably only make it hurt worse.
“Will you think about it?” he asks instead, shoving his hand into the front pocket of his jeans, the dark wash on the denim absolutely working for him.
God, how I hate to lust after this man.
“I need a couple of days.”
“Absolutely, of course.” His other hand reaches for me but drops just as quickly, like he remembered belatedly he’s not allowed to touch me.
“Might want to get back in there and talk to your boss.”
He swallows, his eyes serious as they meet mine. “Getting to you was more important.”
“Wells…” I warn, but he shakes his head as he takes a step back.
“Just think about what I said, and text me in a few days.”
“I don’t have your number anymore.”
Grinning, he gives me a thorough once-over, his eyes lingering on my lips.
“Yes, you do. I’d bet this shirt on it.”
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WELLS
Isaac stares at me with unabashed amusement as I walk back into Love Beach Brews, and that is not the first impression I hoped to make. Isaac doesn’t seem mad which is good because I feel like I just got my ass kicked.
Vienna Greene is hell on wheels, so I basically did.
“I’d ask how you know Vienna, but I feel that’s probably unnecessary considering she’s my fiancée’s best friend,” he says pointedly, making me roll my lips inward as I try to think of the best way to navigate this conversation, “and she told us she wasseeingsomeone this summer.”
He lifts an eyebrow at me andfuck it.
