Was it? Probably not. I didn’t usually get around to asking, but calling him Shirt Dude in my head was starting to annoy me. “Go on then. Tell me.”
“That’s not answering the question.” The lift doors opened. Shirt Dude stepped out and to a door that had no number on it. “But I’m feeling generous, so I’ll tell you anyway.”
He unlocked the penthouse door, then turned to me with an outstretched hand. “Teddy Jones, nice to meet you.”
Teddy. Of all the names he could’ve given me, perhaps I was expecting that one the least.Because it’s bullshit.
I liked it, though, for now. It rolled around my brain like warm honey and I took his hand with a grin on my face. “Nice to meet you too.”
Teddy pushed his front door open, revealing a cool, dark space that would’ve made me feel scruffy in my old jeans and battered leather jacket if I gave a shit.
I didn’t. I stepped into his home like I rocked up in places like this all the time and let the door swing shut behind me.
“You can hang your jacket there.” Teddy pointed to a row of copper hooks behind the door. “And take off your boots.”
He turned on his heel and strode away into the penthouse without looking back.
Take off your boots.I wasn’t used to taking orders, but man, that made my dick hard. For the first time in my life, I did as I was told, duly hung my jacket on the hook and toed off my battered motorcycle boots. My socked feet hit the polished tile floor and another shiver rushed up my spine. I was out of place here and I didn’t care.
Bring it on.
I followed my instincts out of the swanky hallway and to a room that was almost a living room, though it was nothing like any house I’d ever been in. No photos, empty beer cans, or dogs snoozing on the couch. Just a couch and a drinks cabinet where Teddy stood, pouring something into a crystal glass.
He glanced at me. “You can pour your own. Open a fresh bottle if you’re worried.”
“Worried about what? You drugging me and having your wicked way?”
“It’s a valid concern. You’re a big man, but no one is invincible.”
“I don’t need to be if you’re not a massive cunt, mate.”
Teddy smiled. And wow. If I’d been into him before, I was a horny puddle at his feet the moment those lips stretched wide and split his pretty face in half. Well, kind of. It was a small smile. Reluctant.Bewitching. Those grey eyes had been magical from the moment I’d fallen into them, but sparkling with mirth, they were fucking enchanting.
Hypnotising.
Damn, I needed a drink before my brain overflowed with adjectives I didn’t usually have call for in my life.Only with—
Nope.
Don’t think about him.
My fucking mantra.
If you did something enough, did it ever stop hurting?
I ventured closer to Teddy and peered into the open cabinet. I wasn’t worried about him slipping me roofies—he didn’t seem the type—but I reached for an unopened bottle of whisky anyway. He was drinking vodka. Fuck that. I wanted to bang his brains out, not have flashbacks of my fourteen-year-old self blowing chunks behind my dad’s garage.
The whisky was good, smooth and smoky. It slid down my throat like buttered fire and added to the smouldering burn I’d carried since I’d first laid eyes on this dude.
I emptied my glass and set it back where I’d found it. “How do you want to do this? Because I’m guessing you’re not one for small talk.”
“Not especially.” Teddy sipped his vodka, eyeing me with a narrowed gaze. “And I have some things in mind, but I’d be interested to hear your thoughts first.”
“My thoughts? What is this? A fucking board meeting?”
Teddy’s lips twitched, but he kept his sinful smile to himself this time. “Do you spend a lot of time in board meetings, Cam?”
More than he could imagine, but my clipped reply was swallowed up by my body’s response to him saying my name. More heat flushed through me and my jeans grew uncomfortably tight. “I want to fuck you. But I’m down for other stuff if you don’t want to go that far.”
