Page 18 of What If I See You

Smiling, he leans in closer, his cheek brushing against mine as he says in my ear, “I said dancing agrees with you. You were having fun out there.”

Nodding, I lean back a bit so I can see his face. “I think this trip was just what I needed.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm. No responsibility. No stress. Just…fun.”

“Fuck responsibility.” Griffin shakes his head. “Fuck it all.”

I slap my hand down on his thigh, not realizing just how rock hard his muscles really are. “That’s right. Fuck it. Another drink?”

He motions for the bartender to drop two more shots, which we take the same way we did the first except this time, I miss my mouth and a little tequila slips down my chin. Giggling, I wipe my face with the back of my hand. “Oops.”

“So now that you’re free from your job responsibilities, what do you want to do? Besides write porny books.”

I cock my head and give him a blank expression. “They’re not porny books and you know it.”

“I know. I’m kidding. But seriously, you have the time, so what are you scratching off your bucket list?”

“Hmm. My bucket list.” My brows pinch as I try hard to think about things I’ve never done in my life but far be it for me to come up with one fucking thing on that list. “I guess I don’t really have a bucket list. I’ve got more of a fuck-it list than a bucket list.”

He chuckles and this time I notice the small dimple in his right cheek and the way the lines around his eyes crinkle together when he smiles. It’s hot in that I’m-totally-drunk-and-would-probably-fuck-him-if-he-asked kind of way.

Oh shit!

I’ve never fucked a hockey player!

Would that be on a bucket list or a fuck-it list?

Griffin gives me a questioning glance, his brows coming together. “What are you thinking about in that cute little brain of yours?”

“Uh. Nothing.”

He laughs. “Why don’t I believe you?”

“Because you’re obsessed with me instead of the other way around, but you probably think I’m sitting here envisioning you naked…” I stick up my pointer finger. “Which I’m not, might I add.”

“But if you were…” he asks, humor dancing in his narrowed eyes. “How do I look? Good? Does my ass look alright?”

I perform a chef’s kiss and wink, appreciative that he’s nice enough to talk to me when he could be picking up any number of women tonight. “Perfection.”

“Good.” He smiles. “Good. Okay, so, you don’t have a bucket list. Maybe we need to help you create one. This is your time to do all the things you want to do.”

My brows shoot up in excitement. “Oooh yeah! That’s a good idea. I need to go do some things I’ve never done before.”

“Alright. Name one. We’ll go do it right now.”

“Now? Like right now?”

“Yeah. Why not? You have a hot date?”

“Well, I’m hanging out here with you, aren’t I?”

His sexy smile could melt my panties right off.

“Alright then.” He nods. “Have you ever been to Napa’s summer market festival?”

“Nope.” I tell him with a quick shake of my head.

---