Page 39 of Sweet Temptation

“Mm-hmm. So you just literally follow me around now?”

“There’s a lot more to it than that. But essentially, from your point of view, yes.”

“From my point of you, you’ve just gotten hella annoying. Just so you know.”

She was checking me out, waiting for a reaction.

I didn’t give her one.

I was starting to get the feeling she didn’t actually dislike me as much as she was pretending to.

Her eyes said something else. Something a lot… flirtier.

But there was really no place for that here.

“I’ll do my best to remain unobtrusive and non-annoying,” I told her. “I don’t think I ever annoyed my clients before. You can ask them, if it makes you feel better.”

“Oh, clearly you come highly recommended. Brody and Jude were totally crushing on your skills back there.” She glanced at me, waiting for a reaction again. “I just don’t particularly want anyone breathing down my neck. It’s nothing personal.”

“No offense taken.”

“Ugh. Why do you have to be so cool about it?”

I glanced at her. “Excuse me?”

“Kind of makes me like you. Which is also annoying.”

Okay. She was definitely flirting with me.

And what was even more annoying was that I was kind of enjoying it.

But I told her, point-blank, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t flirt with me anymore.”

She gaped at me for a moment, but recovered quickly.

“Yeah… that’s a no-can-do situation,” she said. “If your keen observational skills haven’t picked up on it yet, I flirt with everyone.”

“Everyone?”

She sighed. “Not everyone. Almost everyone. Either way, do not think you’re getting special treatment.”

I said nothing. But Christ, this job was getting… interesting.

How long had it been since I’d been laid?

Suddenly, inconveniently, stupidly, that was the only thought in my head. And my dick was pretty keen to remind me it had been a while. A long while.

Couple of months…

Okay, several months. Half a year, maybe. Who was counting?

Wasn’t my fault I hadn’t met anyone who’d blown my doors off in a while.

Or maybe it was.

I looked at my new client, trying not to make it obvious. She had her hair and makeup done, and she looked just as good as she did without makeup. Just more… glamorous. Dangerous. She looked damn good driving her car, in her weird but probably fashion forward muppet-fur-looking electric-blue jacket.

I wouldn’t even let myself look at those black pants or the boots again. Fully clothed from neck to toe, the woman was walking sex.

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