Page 3 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

We fell into easy conversation, the drinks flowing as smoothly as the teasing remarks between us.

Samuel had a way about him—self-assured, but not cocky. His humor was dry, his confidence effortless, and the way he watched me… it sent a slow heat curling through my stomach.

I knew this game. I played it well.

Letting my fingers trail over the rim of my glass, I gazed at him. “So, tell me, Samuel Thompson, do you make it a habit to flirt with strangers in bars, or am I just lucky?”

He smirked, his gaze flicking over me like he was committing me to memory. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether or not you want me to flirt with you.”

I lifted my drink, taking a sip and letting him wait for my answer. Finally, I set it down, cocking my head just so. “What if I do?”

His expression didn’t change, but I caught the slight shift in his posture, the way his shoulders squared just a little more, like he was ready to play.

“Then I’d say you have excellent taste.”

I laughed. “Confident, aren’t you?”

He leaned in a little more, and his voice dropped just enough to send a shiver along my skin. “I don’t waste time pretending I don’t want something.”

I took another sip of my drink, letting his words settle between us.

He was direct, I’d give him that.

And maybe it was the whiskey warming my blood, or maybe it was the way his eyes had darkened just slightly, but I suddenly wanted to see just how far I could push him.

I shifted closer. “What is ityouwant, Samuel?”

His jaw ticked, his gaze dipping briefly to my lips before snapping back up. “I think you already know.”

My pulse kicked up, heat spreading low in my stomach.

This was exactly what I needed.

A distraction. A moment to forget everything weighing me down.

And Samuel? He was making it far too easy.

I reached for my drink, brushing my fingers against his in the process. “You talk a good game.”

His lips quirked. “I back it up, too.”

A slow, delicious thrill worked through me. “Is that so?”

He exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head like he knew exactly what I was doing. Then, just as I took another sip, he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear.

“Careful, darlin’.” His voice was low, rough. “You keep looking at me like that, and we’re gonna have a problem.”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

I swallowed, setting my drink down before meeting his gaze head on. “Maybe I like problems.”

Samuel held my stare for a long moment, like he was waiting to see if I’d take it back.

I didn’t.

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