“Come on, man. It’s a Friday night in the big city,” my brother whines. He then whips out his phone and rapidly taps on the screen. “Here, how about this place?”
He holds out his phone to show me the nightclub he just pulled up on a whim. I narrow my eyes at it. The Underground? I’d never heard of the place, but I’m also new to this city.
He shows it to Whitney, who peers at the screen but then grimaces a little. My stomach twists with her reaction. She’s not into it.
“Maybe we should try something else,” I suggest, thinking we could have a sit-down dinner at a fancy restaurant down town. Whitney would be much more comfortable with that. Maybe she’d even wear a nice cocktail dress.
“Aw, come on. This place has raving reviews. Have you ever been there, Whitney?”
She shakes her head. “No. I remember when it opened. It was a big deal. My friend, Leila, has been there many times, though.”
“Oh yeah? You should invite her. Maybe she can show us the ropes,” Chase says, winking at her again. A slow fire burns in my chest and my brother grins wickedly at me. I know he’s ribbing me like this on purpose.
“I don’t know,” Whitney says, still unconvinced. I can practically see the wheels spinning in her head, and I wonder if she’s mentally making a pros and cons list as we speak.
“Please. I need an expert to show me all the best places in this city. And my brother clearly needs an excuse to relax. I mean, his shoulders are up to his ears.”
I stare daggers at my brother and he steps behind me,squeezing the muscles of my shoulders and dragging them down to where they should be. I give nothing away, though now that he mentions it, I can feel the tension bound tight in my traps.
“Okay, okay,” Whitney concedes, her lips curving up in a smile. “I’ll see if Leila can tag along. Usually, she’s always down for a night out, and she’d be your expert.”
My brother looks enthralled. “Perfect! See, I knew we’d come up with something.”
He looks at me expectantly. I stick my hands in my pockets and exhale. “Well, I guess this is happening, then.”
Whitney gives me an amused look, her slate-blue eyes glittering. I can’t help but smile when she’s looking at me like that. I glance at my wristwatch and then announce, “Think it’s time we call it a day, huh?”
Now Whitney’s eyebrows arch up on her forehead. I suspect she’s about to protest that we still are supposed to be here for another hour, but she doesn’t. Maybe it’s the sly look I give her or how my brother looks like the cat who got the cream, but Whitney plays along flawlessly.
“I’ll go grab my things. We’ll meet you there.” Now it’s her turn to wink, but she doesn’t do it at Chase.
Fuck, no.
Good thing too, cause that might have been just the thing to set off the tension coiling inside of me like a tightly wound spring
No. She winks atme.
My slacks tighten as my cock hardens at the sight of her long eyelashes fluttering against her cheek.
I clear my throat and dip my chin. She wastes no more time before bouncing out of my office to grab her personal items from her desk.
When Chase and I finally leave the building half anhour later, I can tell he’s itching to razz me about the little interaction in my office.
Once we’re in the car and the driver pulls away from the building, he turns on me.
“So, it’s like that,huh?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure. If you want me to back off Whitney, all you’ve got to do is say so,” Chase says to me, still typing away at his phone.
I glower out the window. “I don’t care what you do.”
“Really? Because your jealousy would say otherwise. I think you’re turning a little green.”
“Fuck off,” I mutter. “I’m not jealous.”
My brother laughs. “Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night.”
