Page 23 of Tempting Him

“So, it’s not just me you like to bother?”

“I’m not bothering you and you know it, but maybe someone else might show up there, too. Then I can transfer my harassment to them, and then maybe I can be taught about controlled fun.”

“Jay,” I warn.

“Mm.” He arches a brow. “I guess I could invite Linda. She’d probably have a good time.”

“I know what you’re attempting to do.”

He smiles. “I’m not doing anything. There’s also this really hot intern I’ve noticed looking at me. Joel? You know him? He’s cute, right? And not technically an employee.”

“Jayden.”

He moans. “Ooh. I like when you say my name like that.”

“Cut it out.”

He stands up. “I’ll be there around nine.”

“I don’t care.”

“Okay,” he replies with a shrug. “Have a good weekend, Mr. Drakos.” Jay pulls open the door. “Don’t work too hard. You know what they say about all work and no play.”

He winks before closing the door behind him. Soon after, he and Linda are laughing again, and I hate that it bothers me so much. Why should it grate on my nerves that they like each other?

9

Don’t askme why I’m parked outside Three Sheets at a quarter to nine. I have no fucking clue. Well, that may be a tiny lie. The clue is a tall, muscular, attractive man that I want to pretend irritates me with his incessant flirting. The man who doesn’t really know how to listen or obey rules, but who ignites a spark, regardless of how small it is, in my gut, that tells me I’m not as bothered by his persistence as I act like I am.

As I’m debating with myself about whether I should just reverse out of here and leave it alone or stay and see what happens, a light knock on my window gets my attention.

In black jeans and a T-shirt to match—and one that squeezes his biceps, highlighting how in shape he is—Jay bends down and flashes me a bright smile.

I roll my eyes as I roll the window down. “Don’t start.”

“Whatcha doin’ here, boss?”

“How’d you even know this was my car?”

He chuckles. “Not many Teslas around here. Plus, I recognized it from work.”

I glance past him. “Where’s Linda or Joel?”

Jay leans into the car, arms braced in the window frame. “I didn’t invite anybody. Was hoping a certain brooding, bossy, boring man would show up.”

“Funny.”

“And here you are. I knew I’d get you to come.”

“First of all, you didn’t get me to come.” He opens his mouth like he’s about to have some smart remark, but I hold my hand up. “I came because I wanted to, and I’m not staying.”

“No?” he questions.

“No. Get in the car.”

“No drinks?” He faux pouts.

“I have drinks at my place.”

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