I get shoved into the desk as she jumps up to her feet. “Oh my God! What did you just say?”
“Nothing.” I lie. “I was just thinking.” I can’t hide the smirk that takes over my lips. Who would be able to?
“Girl. If I was doing anything with a man this sexy, denying it would be the last thing I would be doing.” She slowly starts walking to her room. “You think about that and then tell me all the details in the morning. All the details. Every single one. I’m going to sleep. Brad wore me out and not in a good way.”
I shut down my computer and think about what she just said. A huge smile takes over my face and I feel like a giddy kid. She’s right. I should be screaming from the rooftops right now. This is the best deal I’ve ever been hit with.
I just had sex with the hottest guy to walk this planet, he gave me not one but two orgasms tonight, and I don’t plan on giving him up any time soon.
My muffin has never been so happy . . .
I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY editing wedding shoots with Tori while she continued to drive me bonkers and question my sanity. I’ll admit, the day actually went by surprisingly fast, but as soon as she took off with Brad for the night I knew that I needed to come downstairs for a drink or two. Anyone would need to after spending an entire day with her.
I’ve been sitting here at the bar, talking to Dane for the last hour now. The guy works practically every night and apparently it’s by choice. He only takes one night off a week to spend with his family. He has a fiancé named Kylie and a three-year-old daughter named Melissa.
Kyan promised him first pick of the schedule and hours each week before the other four bartenders, and although Kyan has offered him a raise so he can work fewer hours, Dane said that he wanted to be sure he earned that raise first. Kyan’s good to him and I can see just by talking to Dane how much that truly means to him. It shows how caring Kyan truly is.
Dane gets pulled away from our chitchat once the bar starts to pick up, so I find myself sitting here alone, twirling my phone in my hand. With just one click of a finger and a short elevator ride, I could be upstairs in Kyan’s apartment, held up against one of his walls. I have to admit that the thought has crossed my mind many times today.
My mind is tempting me. It’s very tempting, but the more that I think about it, the more I start to tell myself that this isn’t a relationship. I can’t just start calling and texting him anytime that I want. That scares guys away. I’ve learned that and I don’t want to do that with him. What happened in the gym last night was the best sex of my life, and there’s no way I’m screwing that up by getting any feelings involved. The more you call someone—see someone—fuck someone . . . the more you want them and lines get blurred. I’m not ready for that.
I stiffen, with my straw between my lips, when I feel soft breathing close to my ear. My eyes close on instinct, waiting for a voice, and expecting it to be Kyan, but it’s not.
“Someone fucked up by not calling you.” The voice is deep, but not as deep as Kyan’s, yet it sounds vaguely familiar.
I let out a nervous laugh and stop myself from twirling my phone. “The type of relationship we have doesn’t require calling,” I admit.
Setting my phone down, I turn around in my stool and bring my eyes up to see a very attractive man. At closer look, I realize that he also looks familiar.
My heart does this crazy little twist and a small dance when I realize that it’s Hunter. It’s been over five years since I have seen him and he looks even better than he did in high school. I had a huge and I do mean huge crush on him back in my senior year. I just never had the guts to approach him.
“Hunter?” I ask with a smile.
He tilts his head and gives me a closer look. “Well damn . . . Calla.” Smiling, he reaches for my hand and pulls me up to my feet. Surprising me, he wraps me in a hug before pulling away and looking me over. “You look really good. It’s been a long time.”
I allow my eyes to linger over him, checking out his long, lean body dressed in a pair of old faded jeans and a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He’s not muscular in a huge way, but more of in a toned way. It’s very sexy, and I have to admit I wouldn’t mind seeing that body without clothes on. I’ve imagined it plenty of times in the past. Bringing my eyes back up, I stop on his blue eyes and smile as he brings a hand up, running it through his smooth, brown hair.
“You look really . . . hot.” I shake my head and laugh at my admission. “Sorry.” I hold up my drink. “I’ve been wanting to say that for a long time, and I guess this pretty purple drink helped with that.”
He lets out a little chuckle before pulling out the stool next to me and taking a seat. His lips pull up into a cocky smile as he waves Dane over, while still watching me. “Hey, Dane. I’ll take one of what she’s having. Might as well just go ahead and make three now and save some time.”
Dane leans over the bar giving us both a strange look. “Sure thing, Hunter.”
“So . . .” He leans over and takes a sip of my drink, smiling when he’s done. “That’s actually not too bad. A little fruity, but you know . . . it works.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Just a little bit, but fruity is what I asked for, so Dane is doing an awesome job. Plus, it’s kind of embarrassing sitting at the bar, getting drunk alone. I’m not prepared to be on the receiving end of laughter tonight.”
Dane quickly places our drinks in front of us, says enjoy, and scurries off to help a few girls calling him over.
“I agree,” he says with a laugh.
I wanted so badly to talk to Hunter back in high school, but having him here in front of me now, I’m unsure of what to say. I’ve seriously dreamt of moments like this with him, so now is not the time to sound like a huge loser. “So . . . you live here?” I ask.
Please say yes. Please say yes.
He takes a swig of his drink while nodding his head. “On the tenth floor.”
My heart stops at the mention of the tenth floor. It immediately brings my thoughts back to Kyan. A small part of me feels guilty that I’m sitting here all flustered, talking to Hunter, but the other part quickly reminds me that Kyan wants no attachments. He’s made that clear more than once. Talking to Hunter is probably good for the both of us.
“Nothing.” I lie. “I was just thinking.” I can’t hide the smirk that takes over my lips. Who would be able to?
“Girl. If I was doing anything with a man this sexy, denying it would be the last thing I would be doing.” She slowly starts walking to her room. “You think about that and then tell me all the details in the morning. All the details. Every single one. I’m going to sleep. Brad wore me out and not in a good way.”
I shut down my computer and think about what she just said. A huge smile takes over my face and I feel like a giddy kid. She’s right. I should be screaming from the rooftops right now. This is the best deal I’ve ever been hit with.
I just had sex with the hottest guy to walk this planet, he gave me not one but two orgasms tonight, and I don’t plan on giving him up any time soon.
My muffin has never been so happy . . .
I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY editing wedding shoots with Tori while she continued to drive me bonkers and question my sanity. I’ll admit, the day actually went by surprisingly fast, but as soon as she took off with Brad for the night I knew that I needed to come downstairs for a drink or two. Anyone would need to after spending an entire day with her.
I’ve been sitting here at the bar, talking to Dane for the last hour now. The guy works practically every night and apparently it’s by choice. He only takes one night off a week to spend with his family. He has a fiancé named Kylie and a three-year-old daughter named Melissa.
Kyan promised him first pick of the schedule and hours each week before the other four bartenders, and although Kyan has offered him a raise so he can work fewer hours, Dane said that he wanted to be sure he earned that raise first. Kyan’s good to him and I can see just by talking to Dane how much that truly means to him. It shows how caring Kyan truly is.
Dane gets pulled away from our chitchat once the bar starts to pick up, so I find myself sitting here alone, twirling my phone in my hand. With just one click of a finger and a short elevator ride, I could be upstairs in Kyan’s apartment, held up against one of his walls. I have to admit that the thought has crossed my mind many times today.
My mind is tempting me. It’s very tempting, but the more that I think about it, the more I start to tell myself that this isn’t a relationship. I can’t just start calling and texting him anytime that I want. That scares guys away. I’ve learned that and I don’t want to do that with him. What happened in the gym last night was the best sex of my life, and there’s no way I’m screwing that up by getting any feelings involved. The more you call someone—see someone—fuck someone . . . the more you want them and lines get blurred. I’m not ready for that.
I stiffen, with my straw between my lips, when I feel soft breathing close to my ear. My eyes close on instinct, waiting for a voice, and expecting it to be Kyan, but it’s not.
“Someone fucked up by not calling you.” The voice is deep, but not as deep as Kyan’s, yet it sounds vaguely familiar.
I let out a nervous laugh and stop myself from twirling my phone. “The type of relationship we have doesn’t require calling,” I admit.
Setting my phone down, I turn around in my stool and bring my eyes up to see a very attractive man. At closer look, I realize that he also looks familiar.
My heart does this crazy little twist and a small dance when I realize that it’s Hunter. It’s been over five years since I have seen him and he looks even better than he did in high school. I had a huge and I do mean huge crush on him back in my senior year. I just never had the guts to approach him.
“Hunter?” I ask with a smile.
He tilts his head and gives me a closer look. “Well damn . . . Calla.” Smiling, he reaches for my hand and pulls me up to my feet. Surprising me, he wraps me in a hug before pulling away and looking me over. “You look really good. It’s been a long time.”
I allow my eyes to linger over him, checking out his long, lean body dressed in a pair of old faded jeans and a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He’s not muscular in a huge way, but more of in a toned way. It’s very sexy, and I have to admit I wouldn’t mind seeing that body without clothes on. I’ve imagined it plenty of times in the past. Bringing my eyes back up, I stop on his blue eyes and smile as he brings a hand up, running it through his smooth, brown hair.
“You look really . . . hot.” I shake my head and laugh at my admission. “Sorry.” I hold up my drink. “I’ve been wanting to say that for a long time, and I guess this pretty purple drink helped with that.”
He lets out a little chuckle before pulling out the stool next to me and taking a seat. His lips pull up into a cocky smile as he waves Dane over, while still watching me. “Hey, Dane. I’ll take one of what she’s having. Might as well just go ahead and make three now and save some time.”
Dane leans over the bar giving us both a strange look. “Sure thing, Hunter.”
“So . . .” He leans over and takes a sip of my drink, smiling when he’s done. “That’s actually not too bad. A little fruity, but you know . . . it works.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Just a little bit, but fruity is what I asked for, so Dane is doing an awesome job. Plus, it’s kind of embarrassing sitting at the bar, getting drunk alone. I’m not prepared to be on the receiving end of laughter tonight.”
Dane quickly places our drinks in front of us, says enjoy, and scurries off to help a few girls calling him over.
“I agree,” he says with a laugh.
I wanted so badly to talk to Hunter back in high school, but having him here in front of me now, I’m unsure of what to say. I’ve seriously dreamt of moments like this with him, so now is not the time to sound like a huge loser. “So . . . you live here?” I ask.
Please say yes. Please say yes.
He takes a swig of his drink while nodding his head. “On the tenth floor.”
My heart stops at the mention of the tenth floor. It immediately brings my thoughts back to Kyan. A small part of me feels guilty that I’m sitting here all flustered, talking to Hunter, but the other part quickly reminds me that Kyan wants no attachments. He’s made that clear more than once. Talking to Hunter is probably good for the both of us.
