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“I certainly didn’t expect him to turn up at Benny’s.”
“Although, it could be a good thing,” Trudy suggests with a wink.
Maybe I am being a little unfair to him. I’m only upset over seeing Scott because I’m embarrassed about the other day. Running away was a stupid thing to do.
Cassie leans toward me again, saying quietly, “I can call Luke to come and take Scott somewhere else. Luke understands the sanctity of Friday night drinks with the girls. Scott doesn’t know the rules yet, so go easy on him.”
“No, hun, it’s all right … as Trudy said, I need to get used to seeing Scott around. Anyway, he said he was leaving when he finishes his drink.”
Cassie smiles, satisfied by my response. “Luke and Blake were pleased to hear Scotty had found somewhere in the city, they all met up for a drink at the Irish pub last night.”
Hmm interesting, I suspect the guys were the ones who mentioned to him that we were meeting here tonight.
Cassie taps me on the arm. “Hey, looks like you’re right, he’s leaving.”
I spin around in my chair, in time to see Scott standing at the bar saying good night to Benny. Then he turns to look straight at me. I guess I’ve been caught staring again. With a smile that speaks volumes, and a nod in my direction, he leaves the bar.
A held breath eases from my chest as I turn back to the table.
Cassie fans her face, saying, “Wow, you guys are hot together.”
I wish I could disagree with her, but Scott’s look was scorching.
Chapter 24
Scott
It’stenminutespastsix, and I’m starting to wonder if Jas is coming to meet me.
I take another sip of my whiskey on the rocks, then look up to see a flash of green bounding through the door, and as predictable as day turns to night, I’m horny again.
Standing up as she comes toward me, I try to discreetly adjust myself through my jeans pocket. Jas raises her eyebrow then looks directly at my bulge, with a smirk pulling on her cherry red lips. Her checking me out does not help my situation.
“You seem happy to see me,” she teases.
Pulling her into my arms I briefly kiss her cheek while deliberately rubbing up against her thigh. “What do you think?”
The slight gasp from her lips, tells me I’ve won this round.
Jas focuses her eyes on pulling out the bar stool next to me, allowing her hair to fall in a curtain, shielding her face. No matter how many times Jas tells me otherwise, she’s as affected by the chemistry between us as I am.
When she has settled onto the stool, and no longer looking flustered, she orders a glass of red wine then turns to face me. “Okay––so I’m here, you said you wanted to speak to me in person about something business-related.”
She comes at me green eyes blazing and I love the way she’s throwing my words back at me. “I’m happy to get straight down to business, then we can talk about personal things.”
“Whoa, you never said anything about personal talk.” I tilt my head at her, not saying a word.
She holds up her hand. “Stop with that look. I get it we need to talk.”
I place my hand lightly on top of hers, saying, “Thank you. But first business, I’m not going to be able to return to Manhattan for about six weeks and Jarrod said the purchase should be complete in a little under four. Could you keep the keys for me till then?”
“Of course,” she replies immediately, “it’s part of our service.”
“In addition, I’d like you to arrange for my apartment to be fitted out with furniture, linen, plates, and cutlery. Pretty much everything I’ll need to live there when I return next time.”
Jasmine’s brow furrows as she considers my request. “I think there are some companies who do that kind of thing. We don’t usually offer that service, but I can probably arrange for someone to come in and do it for you.”
I explain, “Jas, I want you to do it for me. I trust you to know what I’d like and what I wouldn’t. I don’t want some stranger doing it.” She stares at me open-mouthed.
