Page 68 of Beat around the Bush
It was like she had “I just had sex in your waiting room” written across her forehead for him to see.
Wyatt was no fool to flustered women with his good looks and all, but even he knew it wasn’t about him.
Oakley’s hair was sticking up in odd places, though she’d tried to run a finger through it multiple times. Another tell-tale sign that she’d just had sex.
I’d have to work on her post-sex poker face with her if I wanted to take her more places.
Being in public wouldn’t stop me from putting my hands on her, and I’d proven as much this morning at the shop.
Something about Oakley made me give in to my primal need to stake my claim on her and show everyone who she belonged to.
I was working on redoing an endcap when I glanced over at Oakley behind the register, talking with Margaret. That old woman would talk her ear off if I didn’t rescue her.
Setting the paper on the shelf, I ambled over to them, placing my hands on the edge of the counter. “Good morning, Marg,” I greeted with a smile.
“You’re looking handsome today, young man,” she acknowledged, looking me up and down.
“Opposed to any other day?” I joked.
My hat was still backwards for the sole reason that Oakley liked it that way. I wasn’t a fool. I knew why she got so flustered every time it was turned around.
Margaret waved me off, grabbing her purse and bag of bird seed off the counter. “Cocky, too.”
I feigned hurt, pressing a hand to my chest. “Ouch.”
“She’s right,” Oakley admitted with a small smile.
My gaze moved to her and her cheeks flushed, causing a smirk to bloom on my mouth.
“You two take care,” Margaret called over her shoulder as she headed for the door.
I hadn’t even noticed the lady had started walking away.
“Cat got your tongue?” I raised an eyebrow at Oakley.
She narrowed her eyes before moving to go around the counter. I caught her elbow, pulling her to my chest and caging her in with both hands on the counter on either side of her.
Her pink lips parted as she angled her chin up at me.
“You’ve barely said a word to me since we’ve been here. What’s wrong?” I asked. Something had to be up. It was a few hours from closing at this point, and she couldn’t keep avoiding me all day.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
I pinned her with a look.
She sighed, resting her ass against the lip of the counter. “Okay, fine. Do you think Wyatt knew?”
I tried to hide my laugh, pursing my lips together.
“What?” she exclaimed.
“He knows, Oak.”
She dropped her hands in exasperation. “Just great.”
“What? You don’t want him to know you’re sleeping with me?” She had no image to uphold with Wyatt. Hell, she barely knew the guy.
“No. It’s just awkward,” she stated.
