She rubs one finger over her pouty bottom lip in a gesture I don’t think she means as seductive. But it is.
“I don’t know your name,” she says.
“It’s Maddox.” I turn to go deal with the problem up front.
“Sexy name for a sexy guy,” Gabby murmurs.
I hear the words as I take my first step away and my ego preens at the compliment. My unruly cock likes it, too. She’s more trouble than I originally thought.
Trouble in a sweet yet sultry, innocent yet vixenish package. One I’ll have a problem resisting if I don’t get her home and away from me. Soon. I’ve already had one experience with a rich woman slumming with a bar manager. While I was thinking about the future, she was using me until summer ended. Lesson learned. Unfortunately, I’ve been celibate ever since, which makes my attraction to Gabby harder to ignore.
But I will.
A couple of hours later, the bar is still busy. Cal offers to close for me, a job the other man often handles.
I’ve been keeping an eye on, and my distance from, Gabby as she drinks coffee and stares into the cup as if she’ll find life’s answers inside.
Unable to ignore her any longer, I come up behind her and tap her bare shoulder, finding her skin soft and welcoming under my calloused fingertips.
She turns in her seat. “Maddox!” she exclaims like she hasn’t seen me in days.
“Okay, princess. Time’s up. Where do you live?” With any luck, her parents’ party is over by now, and she can go home.
“My car is in the back parking lot, but don’t worry, I know I can’t drive.”
One battle I don’t have to fight. “Okay, so let’s call you an Uber. What’s your address?”
She bats those long lashes and treats me to a sweet smile and a lazy shrug. “I don’t remember,” she says, giving away her lie with an adorable smirk. She slides off the stool and attempts to stand but is wobbly on her heels and they aren’t all that high.
Still drunk.
Jesus.I step forward and slide an arm around her waist, intending to steady her. The move has her falling against me. I try to grab her and accidentally brush the side of her full breast with my hand.
I pray she doesn’t notice, but she stills at my touch and instead of pulling away, she leans further into me.
Her strawberry scent reaches my nostrils, and I breathe in deep, my body too aware of her body heat against me. All night I’ve been trying not to react to the strange pull I feel toward her, and now she’s in my arms.
“What am I going to do with you?” I ask in a rough whisper.
I can’t leave her here. Can’t force her to give up her address. Nor do I want to take her somewhere she doesn’t feel safe, even if that is her home.
The answer nudges at me, and I try to think of any solution other than taking her to my half-finished house and letting her stay over. But damned if I can come up with an alternative.
With a groan, I shift her so she once again stands on her own two feet. “Okay, princess. Let’s go.”
She looks up at me with trusting eyes. Too trusting, considering the desire that rides me and insists I put her to sleepin my bed. Beside me. And when she wakes up tomorrow, sober, I can settle myself on top of her and slide my now hard-as-nails cock into her soft, wet, willing body.
Which will not be happening.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“My place. I have a guestroom,” I mutter and help her weave around the crowd.
As I pass the hostess stand, Sheila shoots me a questioning look. Not once since I took this job have I left with a customer. I don’t want to think about how bad it looks as I walk out with my arm around Gabby.
When we reach my Wrangler, I help her into the passenger seat, grab the seatbelt and reach over to buckle her in.
“You’re such a gentleman,” she says, her slur heavier now that she can relax and let the alcohol inside her system take over.
