Page 58 of Until It Was Real

Istroll into the offices of the distillery and grin at Dakota sitting behind her desk. “Good morning, Havoc.”

She glances at the clock before lifting her eyebrows at me. I chuckle.

“I had a meeting with our accountant this morning,” I explain as I set a coffee and muffin down on her desk. “Parker claims double espresso is your drink of choice. I figured you’d want one of those girly drinks with more syrup than coffee.”

“Syrup doesn’t have caffeine in it,” she mutters before sipping on her coffee.

She moans and my cock twitches. It remembers every moan and sigh and gasp she made the night we were together. I’ve played them over and over in my mind. Usually while in the shower with my cock in my hand.

I inhale a deep breath and tell my cock to calm the hell down before I drag Dakota into my office and have my wicked way with her. But I can’t. She’s still hesitant to date me. I need to wear her down. And I will.

“The muffin is baked peaches and cream whiskey. Parker uses our whiskey in the batter.”

“You had me at muffin,” she says before stuffing the baked goodie into her mouth.

She licks her bottom lip and I groan. “Stop teasing me, Havoc.”

She blinks up at me. “Teasing you? I’m merely sitting at my desk at work, enjoying a muffin. How am I teasing you?”

I narrow my eyes on her. “Act innocent all you want. I know the truth.”

She bats her eyelashes. “I have no idea what you mean.”

I fist my hands before I haul her out of her chair and show her exactly what I mean.

“And you wonder why I nicknamed you Havoc.”

She giggles. The sound is warm and carefree. I’ll put up with a lot of blue balls to hear it. Dakota carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. I could help, but the stubborn woman refuses to allow me to. The same way, she refuses to acknowledge there’s something special between us.

I will change her mind, but I need to be patient. A trait I’m not exactly known for.

“I want to know why you call her Havoc,” Zane says as he saunters into the reception area.

Miles raises his hand as he joins us. “Me too.”

“None of your business. Get back to work.”

Zane looks at Miles. “Isn’t he cute? Thinking he can order us around.”

Miles shakes his head. “I prefer the word delusional.”

Dakota laughs. “Delusional fits.”

I wag my finger at her. “Don’t encourage these yahoos.”

“Why not?” Zane asks.

“Yea.” Miles nods. “Why not?”

“Seriously. Do you want me to tell her about the time I caught the two of you throwing stink bombs into the teachers’ lounge in high school?”

“It was a misunderstanding,” Miles says. “I never should have been given detention.”

I raise an eyebrow. “No? Mouthing off to a teacher isn’t cause for detention anymore?”

His nose wrinkles. “Define mouthing off.”

“Telling the teacher she doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about.”

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