“Ladies, how is your evening going?”A tall blond guy, part of a group of suits who have been watching us for the past ten minutes, asks.
They all join us.
“We’re all pregnant.Keep walking.”Terri shoots them a daring look.
I’ve never seen three men disappear so fast.
I give her a questioning look as I laugh.
“Traders.Wall Street.Do not hook up with them.”She lifts her beer and takes a long drag, then holds it up in front of her face and chuckles.“They’re clearly not that smart.”
I giggle.
“Yeah, their bank accounts are almost as big as their egos.”Donna leans behind me and slides her empty glass along the bar.“Love this song.Let’s dance.”
She tugs my hand, and when Terri grabs my drink, I laugh and let her drag me onto the dance floor.In seconds we’re surrounded by guys.I pull the clip out of my hair and relax, lifting my arms into the air.
This is what I thought my life in New York was going to be like.Fun and free.
Over the next few hours, we dance and flirt with loads of handsome American men, and Ialmostforget about Sebastian.
Except I think I see him a dozen times.
Every broad chest has me blinking and looking twice.Every man with dark, slightly curly hair makes me stop for a microsecond.Even a square jawline creates an ache between my legs that feels unfulfilled.
“God your accent is sexy,” one guy says as he grips my hips.“Shall we head out?”
I know what that means.
Shall we fuck?
I’ve been dancing with him for less than five minutes.
Tempted, I narrow my eyes.If I can forget about Sebastian and think of him only as my boss, then perhaps my job will be safe.
I’ll tell him I have a boyfriend, and I bet he’d stop saying things like he did tonight.Things that have my panties wet.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Terri and Donna waving to say they’re leaving.
“I have to go.”I slip out of his hold and rush over to the girls.
“Stay if you like him,” Donna says.
“No.”I wave them off.“He’s cute but...”
Someone bumps into us, saving me from coming up with an excuse.
Sleeping with someone and facing Sebastian on Sunday, despite the fact he has a fiancée, just feels wrong.
Tomorrow I plan to sleep in, go for a run in Central Park, then get a dress and shoes for Sunday’s dinner.
I need to take some time to think about what I do if he decides he can’t work with me.I could turn this around by somehow being of some value.
If not, I’ll be buying a ticket home to London.
