Page 51 of Slow Burn (The Boston Beauties)

‘I’m from Arizona, but I live and work in San Francisco now.’ I’d made up my own backstory, and those were places I knew they had never been, and to my knowledge, he’d been to LA a few times, but that was about it.

‘Great weather, much like here,’ he said, and I nodded. ‘So what brings you here?’

I held up the folder that was next to me, ‘Work.’

‘Same.’

We ate our dinner together, drank some wine and then things got a bit flirty and personal.

‘I’ve just got to use the restroom,’ I informed him, looking at him a moment too long, totally playing with him. ‘Will you wait?’

He licked his lips and looked me over, nodding. I placed my tablet and my phone in my purse and then tried to shove my folders in but they wouldn't fit as I knew they wouldn’t. ‘Can I just leave these here?’

‘Of course.’

I walked to the restroom in the lobby of the hotel. ‘You are doing wonderful,’ Nyall’s voice buzzed in my ear. ‘He’s looking through the files you left behind, so predictable.’

I rolled my eyes and did my business. I really did need to use the facilities. I washed up, made sure my wig was still on correctly, touched up my makeup and fixed my clothing to maximize the effect.

As I made my way out of the bathroom, I knew that the guys were tracking me on the hotel's security system. ‘You got this,’ Breton’s voice was in my ear and I nodded, running my hand down the side of my head again.

When I walked back into the bar, I took my seat and found a glass of wine. I looked at it uneasily. ‘He hasn’t put anything in it,’ Nyall’s voice told me.

I swirled it and took a sip. ‘Thank you.’ I looked to the bartender, ‘Can I also have a bottle of water, please?’ This would be my third glass of wine, and after this, it would really start to affect me.

When the bartender left us alone, Christopher turned in his chair. ‘I feel bad, I don’t even know your name.’

I laughed, ‘Sarah.’ I extended my hand.

He laughed in return, took my hand in his and kissed it. I fought everything in me to pull it away and punch him in the mouth. He looked so much like his brother.‘Chris.’

I kept it together, hoping that he didn't see the shock that momentarily crossed my face. ‘I wasn’t expecting him to use his own name,’ I heard Breton in my ear, saying exactly what I was thinking.

‘Do you have a boyfriend, Sarah?’

‘Nope.’

‘You want one?’

‘Not really,’ I told him, not able to let out a laugh.

‘Why not?’

‘Just don’t need one.’ I looked at him in the eyes, trying to see what he was getting at.

‘What do you want?’

‘What do I want?’ I repeated and raised my brow, pausing for a moment. ‘I don’t think you can give me what I want,’ I played, biting my lower lip.

‘Try me, I may surprise you,’ he played back, looking me up and down, his eyes resting a bit too long on my chest.

I leaned back in my chair, eyeing him slowly and then rested my eyes on his middle for a few seconds that I noticed was trying to make an appearance. Figured he’d be as unfortunate as his brother in that area. I shook my head, ‘Don’t think you can give me what Ineed,’ I said, stressing the word.

‘You haven't told me, that’s hardly fair.’

I leaned in closer to him. ‘You want to know what I need…what I want?’ I said to him in a low sexy, seductive voice.

‘Yeah,’ he said, sounding and looking shy.

---