Masters chuckles. "I knew it. There is a woman involved here. You are never in a bad mood. "
"Just shut the fuck up, Masters," I snap. "It's a long story."
"We've got time."
"Remember that bad coffee woman that I met in the Escape Club that was seeing Buddy at the same time as me?"
"Yeah."
"The woman that I had the fight with at the auction the other night is her."
They exchange looks. "The hot blonde one?"
"Yes, and guess who turned up at my office this week as a member of my new legal team."
Their eyes widen.
I throw my hands up in the air in disgust. "So, now I have a woman working in my office who was the best sex of my life, and I can't act on it. Plus, she hates my guts, and here I am walking around with a fucking semi on the whole time."
They both stare at me for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Not. Funny," I growl.
"In other words, you're fucked." Masters chuckles.
"Completely."
"What are you going to do?" Spencer asks.
Nothing." I rearrange the napkin on my lap. "I'm going to ignore April Bennet and pretend that she doesn't exist."
April
The bar is bustling, and I take another sip of my Margarita.
"How does he look, anyway?" Penelope asks
"Good," I sigh. I can't think of a man more gorgeous than Sebastian Garcia.
I hate that he is.
"Too bad he's an asshole." Penelope shrugs.
"Don't I know it. You know, it's like I'm being tested. I'm thrown into a job where I have no idea what I'm doing, and it’s with the biggest asshole on the planet who is an absolute god in bed." I sip my drink. "And the worst part is that I know he still wants me."
"How?"
"The way he looks at me. The way his eyes drop my lips when I speak." I stare into space, remembering the heat of his gaze. "Everything about him screams Have sex with me, April Bennet!
God, do I want to."
My phone beeps with a text from Duke.
Nightcap?
I flick my phone off and turn it over so I can't see the screen. "I'm going to have to deal with this."
"What the hell is wrong with you? Duke is the hottest guy I've ever seen!" Penelope cries. "Are you crazy?"
"I know he's gorgeous. I know he should be everything I want, but it's just…" I pause as I try to articulate my thoughts. I can't because they just don’t make sense; not even to me. "I do know that I love him as a friend but that’s it. Duke deserves better.”
Penelope watches me for a moment with assessing eyes. "I know what's wrong with Duke," she says.
"What's that?" I sip my drink.
"He's not Sebastian Garcia."
"That has nothing to do with it."
"All I'm saying is that if Garcia still floats your boat after being the biggest asshole on Earth, and you still think about him six years later…" She scoffs. "And, may I add, you have a gorgeous man in front of you right now"—she gestures to my phone—"who you don't even want to message back, then I think we have a problem."
I tip my head back and drain my glass.
We have a fucking problem, all right.
We walk down the corridor toward Sebastian's office, and I run my hands over my hips. Do I look okay?
What the hell is wrong with me? Something ridiculous is going on in my brain.
I even wore new underwear today, as if he is going to see it.
Check yourself, April. You hate this guy. Get it through your thick head.
What part of ‘Sebastian Garcia is no good for you’ don’t you understand?
We walk up to the door. "Come in!" Sebastian calls.
My stomach flutters at the sound of his voice.
Damn you, what’s going on with my hormones….. behave.
Sebastian stands behind his desk. His eyes drop to my feet and backup before he gives me a slow, sexy smile, as if forgetting that Bart is in the room with us.
"Hello."
"Hello," I reply casually as if I don't have a care in the world.
Bart's phone rings. "Hello." He frowns as he listens. "Are you okay? Damn it. All right, I'm on my way." He hangs up the call and turns to Sebastian. "My wife has just had a car accident around the corner."
"Oh no," I say.
"It’s nothing serious, although I'm going to duck out and see if she's okay. I'll be back in ten minutes. Sorry about this." Bart turns his attention to me. "April can just start running through the progress we've made on the facilities for Theodore."
"That's fine, I hope everything is okay?"
"She's assured me she's fine. April will take over."
"I’m sure she will," Sebastian says, a trace of amusement across his face. He seems happy that we are going to be left alone.
Great.
Bart takes off in a rush, and I sit down nervously. Sebastian drops into his seat and sits back.
I flick through my papers and get out my computer. "What would you like to know?" I ask, faking confidence.
"You really want to know?"
"Yes."
Sebastian's eyes hold mine. "I'd like to know if you've thought about me."
"What?"
"Have you thought about me, April?"
"I don't think that's an appropriate question, Mr. Garcia."
"Call me Sebastian."
I don't know what's going on here, but I do know that this is going to end badly if I'm alone with him.
When I say badly, I mean with me under his desk, sucking his dick, because that seems to be all I can think about lately.
I stand in a rush. "I think I should go outside and wait for Bart to return. I'll see you when he gets back." I turn and walk toward the door.
A hand comes over my shoulder and stops the door from opening. I can feel Sebastian's breath on the back of my neck. Goosebumps scatter up my spine.
"Turn around, April."
Oh fuck…… I close my eyes. This isn't good.
"Turn around," he commands.
I turned back toward him, and he steps forward, forcing my back up against the door. His face is only millimeters from mine. "I think about you all day," he whispers. "I dream about you all fucking night."
Our eyes are locked, the air between us is electric.
"What do you want, Sebastian?" I whisper.
"I want you to kiss me."
13
April
"What?"
Sebastian gives me a slow, sexy smile, and he leans a little closer. "I want you to kiss me, April."
I stare at him, lost for words. He cannot be serious.
His eyes drop my lips, and I feel myself being pulled towards him. Somehow, I regain my composure.
"Well," I whisper. "This lying whore has better taste."
"Shut up." His lips drop my neck, and he kisses me softly there. My eyes close as I feel the flutter of arousal running through me.