Page 23 of Every Bit As Perfect
My spine stiffened.This line of questioning would lead nowhere good for me.
“There she goes,” he murmured.“I wondered how long it would take you to snap.”
I pressed my lips together tightly and glared at him.My eyes narrowing, I warned, “Be careful, Daire.I bite.”
He smiled lazily.“So do I.”
8
Not Too Hard
Itwasconfirmed.
Daire Newman was an incorrigible flirt.
He bites?
Fuck.Me.
I couldn’t get off the damn couch until he got up for fear I’d leave a wet spot.I mean, it was a long shot, but I was that turned on.I shifted to curl my leg under my butt just in case, refusing to look at him in case he knew.
Because he seemed to know too fucking much.
After Noelle begged off to go to sleep, Daire talked me into going out with him and Max to The Beaver Dam, otherwise known as the entirety of Sage Ridge’s nightclub scene.
The Beaver Dam, situated between downtown and Crystal Beach, bordered by Wildflower Bluffs on one side and Little River on the other, was named many moons ago by the men of the town as a bit of a joke.
They got away with it because of its location on the river.
But the ladies got them back by winning the right to renovate and rename the coffee shop at the golf course where the men, golfers and non-golfers alike, tended to convene.Lining the walls with pictures of famous golfers, golf clubs, and everything else golf themed, they called it The Hard Rod Café.
Daire and I left first with Max promising to meet us here.Which was how I found myself walking across the parking lot, nestled against Daire’s side, with his arm slung around my shoulders.And my nipples like high beams lighting the way.
I telepathically threatened Max that he’d better show up.He drove me to Hawk and Noelle’s, and he was my ride home.
I could have walked, but safe as Sage Ridge was, I didn’t savvy walking alone at that time of night.
I had my driver’s license but never got around to buying my own car.There were enough company vehicles kicking about if I was in a pinch, and there were few places in Sage Ridge where I couldn’t walk.
In any case, I had to get my steps in.
How Daire talked me into going to The Beaver Dam, I didn’t know.I said no but still found myself tucked into his car.
Polite, smiling, gracious, but forceful in a way I didn’t see coming.I suspected the gentleman act was just that.An act.
And it made me curiouser than I wanted to be.
And didn’t I just swear off men?
“Come on, admit it.You’re glad you came.”He grinned at me.
His face should have required a license.
“That remains to be seen,” I groused, refusing to succumb to his charm.
He laughed and squeezed me closer.
Great.Yet another man who thinks I’m cute and treats me like a younger sister.
