Is it really that simple?
It can be. If you’ll just let it.
“Dani, let’s go,” someone whisper-barks behind me. “There are people waiting.”
With a soft gasp, I glance down the bar and notice two groups who have just come in. I was oblivious, too busy wrapped up in the burning look Tyrell Jackson was giving me.
“Sorry.” I wince at my boss, then turn to wince at Ty.
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll get out of here as soon as your shift is done.” He kisses my hand one more time before letting me go.
Get out of here. That sounds good to me.
My body continues to burn with anticipation as I hurry through my tasks. Every time there’s a lull, I head back down the bar and offer Tyrell another drink, but he seems happy with water.
With only thirty minutes left until my shift ends, I’m on the cusp of losing my mind. I seriously have no idea what’s come over me, but the thought of getting out of here to go and… do what? Make out with Tyrell Jackson?… has whipped me into a frenzy.
I nearly dropped one full glass of beer and only just caught it, wedging the slippery cup between my thigh and the counter. I had to pull a new one for the customer, which Harrison will be pissed about, but he’ll just have to get over it.
I have twenty-seven minutes until I can walk out?—
“Dani, I need you to close up tonight. I just got a call, and my missus is puking her guts out. I have to leave and take care of the baby.”
My lips part, and I can’t even be annoyed with him for dumping this on me because his reasons are so damn valid.
“Okay,” I squeak, my insides pinching with disappointment.
I gaze down the bar. Tyrell is still patiently waiting for me, sipping on his water and… dammit!
With a sad huff, I shuffle over to him. “I have to close up tonight. I’m really sorry. Don’t feel like you have to stay. I know it’s getting really late. You should just go and?—”
“I’m staying.” His husky whisper runs all the way through me.
“You don’t have to.”
“I know.” I love the way his lips curl up at the corners. His smile is so soft. So sweet. So calm.
I want to kiss it. Feel it. Taste it.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I let some of my desire show, and the look of heat he gives right back to me is enough to make my lady parts sing.
I am in so much trouble.
Maybe it’s a good thing I’m closing. Maybe it’ll force me to slow the hell down and not jump this man like my body is begging me to.
How is this happening to me?
Last week, sure, I was aware of Tyrell and how gorgeous he is—he’s always been gorgeous! But then one confession later, one leap of faith, and I’m a hungry lioness. It’s insane.
Your poor, dormant body is probably desperate for release.
But I can’t be the only reason. I don’t want my first time with Tyrell to just be some primal, meaningless thing.
And it’s too soon.
We haven’t even been on our first official date.
I will not be throwing my body at this man after closing tonight.
