Theresa was building more confidence. She laughed with me, shaking her head. “I don’t think you can go anywhere in this city with that face and be invisible.”
I sucked in my breath.
Carter threw me a look from the corner of his eye, but he shrugged. “I thought I’d try to fit in with The Richmond work force.”
“Good luck. That’s not going to happen,” Theresa teased him. “Too mysterious and too gorgeous.”
Noah frowned at her. “I thought you were my date.”
“We’re not on a date. I work for you.”
“Because I’m stuck with you,” he shot back, but the grin that appeared took away any negative connotation.
She gasped and hit his arm.
And the two went back to their pseudo-flirting/bickering again.
Amanda shook her head as she watched them. She caught my gaze and pretended to roll her eyes upwards in annoyance. We both knew better. She only wanted Theresa to be happy. I did too, but it was more for Amanda. She’d been brought in from the cold. Theresa and Amanda would be attached at the hip from now on. I wasn’t worried because no one understood how cold it was on the outside like I did. I’d been there, right alongside her.
My chest lifted as I took a deep breath.
Things were better.
They were going to stay that way.
There was no reason to think of the past. It wasn’t going to happen again.
“You okay?” Carter asked, touching my arm.
I nodded. “Yeah.” Managing a tentative grin, I meant to reassure him. It didn’t work. His eyes sharpened and he knew something was wrong. “I mean it. I’m fine. Just thinking of past demons.”
An hour later, the karaoke was in full effect. So was the drinking. Even Noah seemed a little friendlier than normal. And because of that, the rest of the coworkers sensed it and grew brave. A few approached the table. We moved to a back corner and Carter was positioned at one end. Noah was on the other end so the coworkers approached his side, but they couldn’t stop from glancing at Carter.
They all noticed the hand he held over mine on the table. None spoke to him. I didn’t think they dared, not yet, but they were curious. Correction, they were fascinated. After the seventh person, this time she was openly staring at Carter, I grew restless. Nudging him in the leg, I gestured to the aisle. “I’m going to refill the pitcher.”
His eyes narrowed. He knew what was going on but folded out from the table. The girl squeaked and scrambled away. She must’ve not have been expecting that he would move.
He’s not a statue, you moron. My inner bitch was raring to go, but as I started to move past him, he took my arm. Holding me close, he murmured in my ear, “It’s okay. You don’t have to protect me.”
I bristled, “I know, but you’re not a goddamn animal from a zoo that got loose.”
He chuckled, the sound brushing against me. It warmed me and a surge of desire flooded inside. Just like that, one laugh and I wanted him.
“If that’s the case, they should be running in the other direction.”
I snorted. “Yeah, well, I’m worried a few will go into heat and start throwing themselves at you.”
He laughed again. “And you have nothing to worry about in that case either.”
I sighed. I knew he was right, but at that moment some of the girls I used to consider casual friends came over. The interest was in their eyes, along with their own desire. I bit back a growl.
Grabbing the empty pitcher, I gestured to the bar and slipped from his hold. As I did, I glanced back once I got to the bar. A sneer came over me. Carter was watching me, amused as he folded back into the seat. My eyes darted to the two girls that stood next to Noah. They were talking to their boss, laughing with him and even Theresa, who thought everything was hilarious by then, but their gazes never left Carter for long.
“Hey.”
I turned. The bartender was gazing at me with frank approval. He lingered on my cle**age before catching my eye. Gesturing to the pitcher I had placed on the counter, he asked, “Refill?”
“Yeah,” I murmured, distracted as I looked back to the table again.
“Here you go.”
I reached for my wallet and handed a ten dollar bill to him, but it wasn’t until his hand covered mine that all my attention snapped into focus. The bartender ran a finger over my wrist and palm before he closed my hand over the money. He winked. “It’s on me.”
He was hitting on me.
I couldn’t believe it.
Mistaking my shock for interest, he continued to run his hand over my arm. He went up and down before I jerked it away.
“Do you need anything else?” His eyes were saying something else. Do you want anything else?
I sucked in my breath before a calm settled over me. Leaning close, I gave him a sultry grin and saw him light up. He leaned closer as well and I whispered, “You see the guy behind me?”
His grin grew. “There are lots of guys behind you. Is one of them your boyfriend?”
I nodded. My smile stretched. “You see the head honcho at the back booth?”
Wariness started to filter in. His grin lessened, only a bit. “Yeah?”
“You see the guy across from him? In the black hoodie.”
His grin vanished and he straightened.
“You recognize him?”
His Adam’s apple jerked up and down. Panic came over him. Oh yes, he did.
I patted his arm. “Don’t worry. I don’t think he’ll kill you for hitting on me.”
The bartender moved his hand away and slammed against the counter behind him as if he’d been burned.
I didn’t look over my shoulder, but I knew Carter was watching. He’d been watching the whole time. This guy seemed ready to piss himself as he stuttered out, “Uh-I-I have more customers.” And he hurried to the farthest end of the bar.
“Did you enjoy that?”
Two arms came around me and rested on the bar. Turning in his arms, Carter smirked at me. His eyes full of humor and something more. They were dark, a primal stirring underneath. My body reacted before I comprehended what he said. Then my heart slammed against my chest and I drew in a deep breath. He leaned closer.
I knew so many were watching this. Sliding a hand up his arm and encircling his neck, I ceased to care. I pulled him closer.
His lips lingered over mine, brushing against them. “Are you ready to go home?”
I sucked in my breath.
Carter threw me a look from the corner of his eye, but he shrugged. “I thought I’d try to fit in with The Richmond work force.”
“Good luck. That’s not going to happen,” Theresa teased him. “Too mysterious and too gorgeous.”
Noah frowned at her. “I thought you were my date.”
“We’re not on a date. I work for you.”
“Because I’m stuck with you,” he shot back, but the grin that appeared took away any negative connotation.
She gasped and hit his arm.
And the two went back to their pseudo-flirting/bickering again.
Amanda shook her head as she watched them. She caught my gaze and pretended to roll her eyes upwards in annoyance. We both knew better. She only wanted Theresa to be happy. I did too, but it was more for Amanda. She’d been brought in from the cold. Theresa and Amanda would be attached at the hip from now on. I wasn’t worried because no one understood how cold it was on the outside like I did. I’d been there, right alongside her.
My chest lifted as I took a deep breath.
Things were better.
They were going to stay that way.
There was no reason to think of the past. It wasn’t going to happen again.
“You okay?” Carter asked, touching my arm.
I nodded. “Yeah.” Managing a tentative grin, I meant to reassure him. It didn’t work. His eyes sharpened and he knew something was wrong. “I mean it. I’m fine. Just thinking of past demons.”
An hour later, the karaoke was in full effect. So was the drinking. Even Noah seemed a little friendlier than normal. And because of that, the rest of the coworkers sensed it and grew brave. A few approached the table. We moved to a back corner and Carter was positioned at one end. Noah was on the other end so the coworkers approached his side, but they couldn’t stop from glancing at Carter.
They all noticed the hand he held over mine on the table. None spoke to him. I didn’t think they dared, not yet, but they were curious. Correction, they were fascinated. After the seventh person, this time she was openly staring at Carter, I grew restless. Nudging him in the leg, I gestured to the aisle. “I’m going to refill the pitcher.”
His eyes narrowed. He knew what was going on but folded out from the table. The girl squeaked and scrambled away. She must’ve not have been expecting that he would move.
He’s not a statue, you moron. My inner bitch was raring to go, but as I started to move past him, he took my arm. Holding me close, he murmured in my ear, “It’s okay. You don’t have to protect me.”
I bristled, “I know, but you’re not a goddamn animal from a zoo that got loose.”
He chuckled, the sound brushing against me. It warmed me and a surge of desire flooded inside. Just like that, one laugh and I wanted him.
“If that’s the case, they should be running in the other direction.”
I snorted. “Yeah, well, I’m worried a few will go into heat and start throwing themselves at you.”
He laughed again. “And you have nothing to worry about in that case either.”
I sighed. I knew he was right, but at that moment some of the girls I used to consider casual friends came over. The interest was in their eyes, along with their own desire. I bit back a growl.
Grabbing the empty pitcher, I gestured to the bar and slipped from his hold. As I did, I glanced back once I got to the bar. A sneer came over me. Carter was watching me, amused as he folded back into the seat. My eyes darted to the two girls that stood next to Noah. They were talking to their boss, laughing with him and even Theresa, who thought everything was hilarious by then, but their gazes never left Carter for long.
“Hey.”
I turned. The bartender was gazing at me with frank approval. He lingered on my cle**age before catching my eye. Gesturing to the pitcher I had placed on the counter, he asked, “Refill?”
“Yeah,” I murmured, distracted as I looked back to the table again.
“Here you go.”
I reached for my wallet and handed a ten dollar bill to him, but it wasn’t until his hand covered mine that all my attention snapped into focus. The bartender ran a finger over my wrist and palm before he closed my hand over the money. He winked. “It’s on me.”
He was hitting on me.
I couldn’t believe it.
Mistaking my shock for interest, he continued to run his hand over my arm. He went up and down before I jerked it away.
“Do you need anything else?” His eyes were saying something else. Do you want anything else?
I sucked in my breath before a calm settled over me. Leaning close, I gave him a sultry grin and saw him light up. He leaned closer as well and I whispered, “You see the guy behind me?”
His grin grew. “There are lots of guys behind you. Is one of them your boyfriend?”
I nodded. My smile stretched. “You see the head honcho at the back booth?”
Wariness started to filter in. His grin lessened, only a bit. “Yeah?”
“You see the guy across from him? In the black hoodie.”
His grin vanished and he straightened.
“You recognize him?”
His Adam’s apple jerked up and down. Panic came over him. Oh yes, he did.
I patted his arm. “Don’t worry. I don’t think he’ll kill you for hitting on me.”
The bartender moved his hand away and slammed against the counter behind him as if he’d been burned.
I didn’t look over my shoulder, but I knew Carter was watching. He’d been watching the whole time. This guy seemed ready to piss himself as he stuttered out, “Uh-I-I have more customers.” And he hurried to the farthest end of the bar.
“Did you enjoy that?”
Two arms came around me and rested on the bar. Turning in his arms, Carter smirked at me. His eyes full of humor and something more. They were dark, a primal stirring underneath. My body reacted before I comprehended what he said. Then my heart slammed against my chest and I drew in a deep breath. He leaned closer.
I knew so many were watching this. Sliding a hand up his arm and encircling his neck, I ceased to care. I pulled him closer.
His lips lingered over mine, brushing against them. “Are you ready to go home?”
