“I don’t know. I told him to meet me here thirty minutes ago. I’ve sent him lots of dirty pictures throughout the week, so he’ll definitely show.”
“Ooh, let me see.”
I pulled out my phone and showed her the pictures, wearing a bodysuit in one, a baby doll in the other.
“Damn, girl. You look hawt.” She scrolled through the pictures. “He’ll definitely show up. No doubt about it. He’s totally jerked off to these, by the way.”
“I’m waiting for the real thing.”
Both Kat and I snapped our heads in his direction, seeing him standing at the table beside us, drink in hand, looking sexy as hell in a black t-shirt and jeans. He gave us a slight smile as he regarded us.
Kat dropped the phone onto the table, where it made a loud clank. Then she turned to me and whispered, “You weren’t kidding…he’s super hot.”
“Girl, if I say a man is hot, he’s hawt,” I whispered back.
His eyes shifted back and forth between us as he could hear every word. He grinned slightly, like he was amused by it.
“I’m gonna excuse myself to the restroom to give you a second to chat,” Kat said. “But ask if he has any hawt friends.” She gave my side a gentle pinch before she turned to him and shook his hand. “Kat. Lovely to meet you.” She winked then headed to the restroom with her clutch under her arm.
Now that she was gone, he moved closer to me, a scotch in hand. “I’ve got a few guys.”
“Ooh…perfect.” I held my cosmo as I came close to him, my hand sliding over his forearm casually, lightly giving him affection without overdoing it.
His eyes moved down to my body, looking at my figure in my tight dress. He wasn’t discreet about it because he didn’t want his intentions to be discreet. He pivoted his body toward me, pulling his arm away from my touch and placing it on my hips, bringing us closer together so our mouths were close.
Jesus Christ, he was so hot.
His stubble was gone because he’d shaved, but it showed off his rugged chin, his sexy lips. His brown eyes were deep and complex, like he had a million thoughts going through his brain at once. His hand was large against my body, with long fingers and webs of veins all over the top. “It’s been a long week.”
“Yeah?”
“Torturing me with those photos.”
“Torture?” My fingers immediately moved to his chin, feeling the softness now that the coarse hair had been removed. My thumb swiped across his bottom lip, wanting to feel his gorgeous features with my bare fingertips. “Honey, you ain’t seen nothing yet…”
His eyes darkened slightly, the change of expression so subtle it was easy to miss. But it was obvious to me, sexy to me. He could convey so much with just his looks, his sexy, brooding lips.
Matt and Charlie came back to the table with their drinks.
“Damn, that was fast.” Matt set his beer on the table. “Leave the woman alone for a minute, and a new man is up to bat.”
I kept my eyes on Dax, my fingers moving down his neck to his chest—his rock-hard chest. “This is the super-sexy guy I was telling you about.” I turned away and looked at Charlie. “Dax, this is Charlie, my bestie.”
“Hey.” Charlie moved his hand over the table to Dax.
Dax took it and shook.
“Wait, bestie?” Matt asked, looking at Charlie. “I thought I was your bestie?”
Charlie rolled his eyes. “You’re a guy. You can’t be my bestie.”
“But I’m gay,” he snapped. “I’m totally qualified.”
I snapped my fingers repeatedly. “Matt, focus. This is Dax.”
“Sorry.” Matt shook his hand. “And you’re right, he’s gorgeous.” He winked at Dax.
Instead of being uncomfortable, Dax grinned. “Thanks.”
“You got any gay bros with you?” Matt asked.
Dax shook his head. “Unfortunately, no.”
“Damn.” Matt took a drink of his beer.
Charlie looked past me. “Denise is here.”
“Ooh.” I looked past Dax and saw her walk inside wearing a short pink dress. “And she’s fire.”
Dax didn’t turn to look, his arm remaining around my waist. “You’ve got a lot of friends.”
“Actually, she’s my older sister. But she’s also a bestie.”
Denise came to the table and hugged Matt before she turned to Charlie. “Hey.” She hugged him next.
Charlie’s arms wrapped around her waist, and he held her, his arms completely covering her body, holding her tight, embracing her much longer than a typical hug.
I waved my hand in front of his face while she looked the other way. “Keep it together,” I mouthed.
Charlie gave me a glare before he released her. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Sure. A cosmo would be great.”
“Got it.” Charlie headed to the bar.
Denise turned to me and hugged me. “You look so good in black.” Then she turned to Dax. “Oh geez, you weren’t kidding.” She looked at me and waggled her eyebrows.
“Dax, this is my sister, Denise.”
“Nice to meet you.” Dax shook her hand before he looked at me. “Anyone else coming?”
“Nope. That’s my crew.”
Kat returned from the bathroom and hugged Matt. “Saw a hot guy by the bathroom.”
“Ooh, thanks for the lookout.” He hugged her back then pulled away. “You look hot, by the way.” He gave her a thumbs-up. “Break some hearts tonight. Or break some dick.”
She chuckled then fell into a conversation with him.
Charlie came back with the drink and talked to Denise.
I turned back to Dax, my hand sliding over his hard stomach, the chiseled abs underneath that soft cotton. “You shaved.”
“You like it?”
“The shadow is hot, but I like it this way too.”
His arm curled around my waist again, and he pulled me close. “How’s that article coming along?”
I rolled my eyes. “The sleazebags don’t want to talk. But that’s fine. I’ve hit up the banks and talked to a few people there. I’ve got enough for the article, but I’d really like to pack it with quotes and as many incriminating facts as possible.”
“You sound more like a detective than a writer.”
“You have to be sometimes.”
“You’re fearless. Pretty sexy.”
“Yeah?” My arms moved around his neck, and I held him close.
He nodded. “I can see you’ve mentioned me to your friends.”
“Oh, I’ve been talking about you all week. I would hope you’ve been doing the same.”
His hand flattened against the curve in my back, taking up most of my body. “I’m not really a kiss-and-tell kinda guy.”
“Then what do you talk about with your friends?”
“Sports, current events, the best kind of whiskey…”
“Really? Well, I’m the kiss-and-tell kinda woman, so they’re gonna hear all the details.”
The corner of his mouth rose in a smile. “You’re gonna have a lot of good things to say.”