Page 102 of Daddy By Design

TJ just raised her eyebrow.

“Right.” I sighed. “Privacy obviously means nothing.”

“Is there sexting?” Avery peered over TJ’s shoulder.

“Nope.” TJ looked up and at something behind me. “Stalker much?”

“Huh?”

I smelled him first. Even over the sweet, spicy, and salty array of food around us, there was no missing the cinnamon scent of him.

“You all right?” Nolan gripped the back of the booth above my head. “Seemed like a lot of top shelf shots going on over here.”

“What’s it to you?” I peered up at him. I probably shouldn’t have looked up so fast. And there was quite a few inches to look up. I snickered. And down.

“You following her, slick?” TJ asked.

Avery’s eyes widened as her gaze slid up Nolan’s body. She gave me a good job thumbs up.

I rolled my eyes. “What are you doing here, Beast?”

TJ and Avery’s eyebrows both shot up.

Nolan just folded his arms over his stupidly impressive chest. Why did he have to be so attractive? Especially a righteous body that he wouldn’t let me touch. There was a whole lot that I’d like to explore if he’d just get his stupid head out of his bitable butt.

I frowned. “Whoops. Did I say the beast part out loud?”

“You did.” His jaw tightened.

“Oh, relax.” I stood up and pushed him. “It’s not about your sexy scar. It’s because of your grumpy, growly personality.”

Avery covered her mouth with her hand and gave TJ a sideways look.

“Excuse us.” I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him toward the bathrooms. “What are you doing here? I was having a perfectly fun night with my besss frends.”

“How much tequila did you have?”

“I don’t know.” I threw up my hands. “Just a few shots…ish.”

“Few?” He lowered to look in my eyes, then he frowned. “Looks more than a few.”

“Why, you want a taste on my tongue?” I parroted back what he’d said about his Red Hots. Not quite as clever, though. I was too tired to be clever.

He growled. “You’re drunk.”

“Only a little. What’s it to you?” I swayed and he caught me against his delicious chest.

“I’m taking you home.”

“No, you’re not.” I stepped back and my ankle wobbled. The floor was obviously crooked.

He gripped my hip to steady me. “You’re done.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“I kind of am.”

“No, there’s a big difference between client and boss, pal.” I poked his chest. “I definitely don’t sleep with my bosses.” I snickered. “Shelby isn’t my type.”

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