Page 5 of Accidental Theirs
“O-of course.” Fucking hell. I clear my throat. “What would you like?”
She turns to the bartender. “A Moscow Mule, please.”
I just keep staring at her.
Finally, I force my eyes away, and she takes the drink. I watch her sip it out of my peripheral vision.
This pointless crush I have on Olivia has got to stop. It’s not like she’ll ever see me that way. We’ve worked together for years, and she’s never given any kind of indication that she’s attracted to me.
It’s not like I’m celibate or anything, but I’m not the type to womanize.
Not like Sebastian Ashford, the man who has run Titan for nearly fifteen years. Even in his mid-forties, he’s kind of a rake, taking multiple girls home in a week sometimes.
I’ve seen him in action since the merger talk started, and he never fails to hit the mark.
I glance over at him and chuckle.
I nudge Olivia. “Looks like Sebastian has a target in mind.”
She snorts before she even looks over. “Of course, he does.”
She would know even more than me, given that Sebastian is her father’s best friend. Has been for years.
She turns to face the crowd with me. “You wouldn’t believe some of the women he brings to dinner parties.”
Her shoulder nudges mine, and my breath catches in my throat.
She smirks. “They can barely keep up with normal conversation.”
“Like they’re dumb?”
She laughs. “Not just dumb. Vapid. You know, just worried about the exterior of everything.”
She waves her hand like that makes it make sense.
I give her a half-smile. “But you’re smart. Not vapid. Deep.”
“Deeper than you know,” she teases, and I can’t help but tilt my head down toward her.
For a brief moment, I think we’re going to kiss, but then she nudges my shoulder and points toward Sebastian.
I can’t help the twinge of disappointment, but my eyes follow hers.
The young lady slaps his face and storms off, and I can’t help but laugh.
She shakes her head, her mouth slightly ajar. “He struck out. Can’t believe it.”
I run a hand across my face.
The alcohol is having an effect on me because I rarely drink. I don’t like losing control, but it’s time to let loose at least a little.
“It happens to the best of us.”
She looks over at me. “You strike out? Guy that looks like you?”
I frown. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Olivia shrugs. “I don’t know. You clearly work on your body. Take care of yourself.”
