Page 21 of Whiskey Neat

“Tea?”

“Backstory. Have any of you dated each other?”

“No. We’re all just friends.”

“Even the twins?”

His brow creases. “Huh?”

“The two who are always together. I forgot their names.”

“Bane and Jerryn, and no, just super tight friends. Why?”

I shrug. “Just noticed how close everyone is.”

“Are you jealous?” The sexy glimmer in his eyes stirs my cock again.

Damn, this man.

“I’m definitely jealous of anyone who already knows what you taste like.”

His lips part and his eyes darken, but he doesn’t move an inch. “You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?”

“Who, me?” I bat my eyelashes with feigned innocence. “I figured a guy like you would appreciate someone who knows exactly what they want and goes after it.”

“Yeah? Why do you figure that?”

“Just a vibe.” I scoot closer until our knees touch. “Am I wrong?”

He studies my face for a second before leaning in and draping his arm across the back of the bench. “Why don’t we get down to exactly what it is you want, Salem? A quick fuck? A picket fence? What do you want with me?”

Something about his demeanor makes it clear I have to watch what I’m about to say. I could scare him off before I even get my hooks in him. Do I play it safe or slutty?

“I’m a play it by ear kind of guy, but I’m definitely not looking for picket fences and wedding planners.”

His shoulders drop and he seems to relax a little. “So you want to fuck?”

I nod, biting my bottom lip. “I sure do, Indy.” Slutty it is.

“And what happens when whatever this is fizzles out?”

If I had even an ounce of optimism I would challenge his assumption that it will, but if my love life has taught me anything, it’s that all good things come to an end.

“Then we’ll be mature adults who can be friends and coworkers.”

Taking a chance, I slide my hand up his thigh, aware that we’re hidden behind the large construction truck and the tarp covering the bar’s front window.

“I’ll make it worth the risk.”

“If we do this…” He glances over his shoulder before leaning so close I can feel his breath on my face. “We need some boundaries.”

“Like?”

“No messing around at work.”

I want to pout, but if these are his rules to get some of that dick, I’ll play. “Okay.”

“I don’t want to flaunt it if we’re still doing this when we hire other employees.”

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