Page 10 of Hot Shot

“That isnota good pickup line,” Olympia chastises him. “You need to be more complimentary. Like that dude on the dance floor.”

“What dude on the dance floor?” Marco demands.

“The one who asked her if her dad was a boxer, because she’s a knockout.” Olympia giggles.

Marco rolls his eyes. “I’m not trying to pick her up. We know each other.”

“Oh.” Olympia blinks and turns to me. “You do?”

One corner of my mouth lifts. “We do.”

“Well then.” Olympia wriggles away from me and pats the bench between us. “Have a seat.”

Ugh. I force a tight smile at Marco as he sits, taking up a lot of space with his big shoulders. I try to edge a little farther away from him, but there’s someone else sitting next to me so I can’t go far.

“Marco, this is my friend Olympia. Olympia, Marco.”

They shake hands while I briefly pull my top lip between my teeth, awareness skittering over my nerve endings. Marco’s muscular thigh presses against me, the soft cotton of his dress shirt brushes against my bare arm, and heat radiates off his body along with an enticing, spicy male scent.

“Is there an airport nearby?” Marco asks Olympia.

I blink, clutching my champagne bottle.

“Or is that my heart taking off?” he finishes.

Olympia laughs with delight. “That’s much better.” She gives him a flurry of false eyelashes.

“If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged.”

She giggles again.

I frown. Okay, Marco annoys me most of the time, but watching him flirt with my friend is even more aggravating.

“Are you a campfire? ’Cause you’re hot and I want s’more.”

Olympia laughs, but I groan. “Oh please. That is so bad.”

Marco turns to me, his tanned face and dark beard stubble shadowy in the dim club. “Just playin’ around.”

“How unlike you,” I mutter.

He plucks the bottle from my hand and takes a gulp.

“Hey!”

“You’ve had enough.”

“I’m not drunk! And it’s not up to you to decide when I’ve had enough.”

He makes a face as he swallows. “Huh. That stuff’s terrible. Have you been drinking that all night?”

“No.” The corners of my mouth quiver. “Earlier I had a couple of Legspreaders.”

Marco’s eyes narrow. “Jesus.”

“Somehow I knew that would annoy you.” I roll my eyes and wrestle the champagne bottle away from him. In the process, I became pressed even tighter to his side. “Everything about me annoys you.”

I catch Olympia’s wide-eyed stare. “Um, how do you two know each other?”

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