Page 20 of Aim Assist

Liam lingers, his hands in his pockets as he surveys the room. That fanciful part of me, the one in my panties, decides that it's because he doesn't want to leave. He'd rather bare it all and stay a while.

"Well, I'll leave you to get settled. If you need anything during your stay, give me a call. I'm at your service."

"Thanks." I hesitate, then decide, fuck it. "Can I ask you something?"

One brow arches. "Of course."

"Are you really just a driver? I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that. Shit. I'm not trying to offend you or anything..."

Real smooth, Amy. Real smooth.

But Liam grins, a flash of white teeth against tanned skin. "The boss gave direct orders to pick you up. Consider me your exclusive driver for the week."

"Oh." My cheeks are hot. I know how I look when I blush; I'm redder than a ripe tomato. Fuck. Is he flirting with me? Or just being professional? Why am I being so fucking awkward? I'm used to taking charge, and yet I'm all off balance around this man. "That's good to know."

"I'm happy to show you around town, if you have any free time." Liam's eyes gleam with something that might be an invitation. "Maybe meet for a drink at the bar one night?"

Double fuck. He is flirting. At least, I think so.

My body is all in, of course, but I'm flustered, my brain suddenly as functional as a fried motherboard. "Yeah, that would be nice."

"Great." Liam flashes me another knee-weakening smile. "I'll leave you to unpack. Enjoy your stay, Amy."

With a wink, he's gone, the door closing softly behind him. I stare at it for a long moment, my thoughts whirling.

Did that really just happen? Did the hot as hell driver basically ask me out?

No. He was only being friendly. Professional.

Right?

Ugh. I'm reading way too much into this.

Lucky barks from her perch on the chair, her head cocked as if to say, "What the hell was that?"

"Don't judge me," I mutter, flopping back on the bed. Rose petals puff up around me, and I groan.

I'm in so much trouble.

There's no way I'm going to contain my inner slut if that man keeps smiling at me like that.

My exclusive driver for the week. Hah.

That's assuming I get out of bed once I get him into it.

Staring at the ceiling, I barely notice Lucky's kisses as she jumps onto the bed in a grand feat for a tiny little Pomeranian.

"I should have brought my fucking vibrator."

Amy

Silky fabric slithers over my skin as I slip into a flowy sundress, the blue ombre mimicking ocean waves. Silver earrings dangle from my lobes, tickling my neck.

Hands on my hips, I survey myself in the mirror. Not too shabby. I look beach-ready, and it goes fine with the flip-flops I'll be wearing.

And if I happen to run into a certain someone...

Heat floods my cheeks as an image of Liam rises in my mind, unbidden. I'm trying to be a good girl, and yet all the images in my head are of the flex of his forearms as he carried my luggage. That panty-dropping smile. The glint in his eye when he suggested drinks.

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