Page 28 of Crave Me

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen. I’m ready when you are, Reid.”

“I’ll go get the truck and pull around since it’s so cold, I’ll be right back.”

“Same, I’m out of here. Night, losers!” Carter yells as he throws up a peace sign behind him, leaving me alone withDallas. Which is not a good thing. My body wants his even if my head is screaming that I can’t let this happen.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, Blaire?”

“Going home. You should do the same.”

“I mean leaving with fucking Reid. Is there something going on there?”

I roll my eyes at him and look away.

“You’re unbelievable. He’s my friend, jackass. I’m going home to my grandparents’. And I don’t answer to you.”

“I didn’t say you did, princess. But I can still taste your cum on my tongue, excuse me for not wanting to watch you leave with another man.”

“That’s a you problem, Dallas. We both know this was a mistake. I’d really love to keep my job, so if we could please be adults and pretend like it never happened, I’d appreciate it.”

“You think I’d do that to you?”

I laugh maniacally.

“I don’t know, Dallas. You’ve done a ton of other shitty things since I started working here. You tell me.”

“I’m not evil, princess. I wouldn’t do that. And don’t ever say that what we just did was a mistake because you know damn well you don’t regret a thing.”

“Whatever, Dallas. It’s not happening ever again.”

Reid pulls up and jumps out of his beloved all-black Ford F-150 Raptor, and takes a few long strides to open the passenger door.

“Have a good night, Mr. Hayes.”

I walk away before he can reply and haul myself into Reid’s truck, my brain a jumbled mess for me to sort through.

Did I just ruin everything I’ve worked so hard for?

Chapter Eleven

Dallas

The following Monday, I’m eager to see Blaire. I spent the rest of the weekend replaying everything that happened in my office, feeling like shit that she could think I would use having sex with me as leverage to make her quit, fire her, or get her to comply. I’m fully aware of the line I crossed, but fuck if I could take one more minute without touching her. And the way she melted for me? Fucking hell. Vixen.

Sunday afternoon, I went into the distillery to put her office back together. Messing with her last week and making her life difficult gave me a sick kind of pleasure. Riling her up feels good, but now that I’ve found other ways to get those cheeks to brighten to a pretty shade of pink, I want to do that more. I can still hate her and want to fuck her again.

Pulling into the distillery parking lot, my eyes scan for her busted-up silver Ford Focus. Surprised that I’m here before her, I head into my office to see what’s on my agenda today, annoyed as fuck that I still haven’t found Gloria. I know it was Blaire who took her, just like she knows it’s me who keeps fucking with her schedule. I don’t want her to get too comfortable here, so I planned to drive her insane. Now I just want to fuck her senseless like my own personal sex assistant.

An hour into my day, I get a team meeting reminder on my laptop, grab my tablet, and head to the conference room. Blaire is already there, wearing what can only be described as a black bodysuit, which forms to her curves, and tucks into high-waisted, wide-leg denim jeans. She’s usually not dressed this casually at work but I’m not going to complain. Her back is to me, talking to our intern, Marcus, and I let myself appreciate the way the jeans hug her perfect, heart-shaped ass.

“Alright, everyone take your seats. Let’s get this going,” Sawyer says as he enters the room. We all take a seat at the long conference table, and I purposefully sit directly across from Blaire. Her eyes squint at me before looking away and listening to my brother ramble on. After a presentation from our CFO, Lorelei, Carter starts his.

“Alright, let’s get into the biggest news first. We’ve won, for the third straight year, Washington State Whiskey/Bourbon Distillery of the Year!”

Everyone erupts into applause, and I watch Blaire smile brightly.

“Next, we’ve been invited to attend a masquerade ball in the spring, where our whiskey will be the only brand served, more details to come, but, Hayes boys, pull out those tuxes.” Carter drones on about how we’ve grown to distribute our product, as of today, to sixteen states and British Columbia, as well as some other public relations and marketing plans, but I tune him out, my eyes focused on Blaire and how attentive she is to each item on the agenda. She takes notes and it really seems like she’s trying to learn everything she can about the company.

Liam goes next, and as our head blender, he discusses sourcing rye and barley from Walla Walla, plans for creating a straight bourbon whiskey, and current imports of wood.

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