I smile. Good for Kayla. I pocket my phone and grab my thermal mug to head to the office.
Time to face the music.
When I take a sip of my coffee, my hand shakes. My bosses are waiting for me upstairs. We all enjoyed an impromptu strip show together, but we didn’t learn much last night, except I can’t hold my liquor. And I really want to have sex in that suite with someone so I can figure out if the mirror is helpful or a hindrance.
Or with all four guys and that mirror. It would definitely be stimulating to watch. A shiver rushes through me. Imagining their hands all over me. Their mouths. Their cocks. The thought of all of them is enough to make me ache.
Oof, I need to focus on work.
As I near the elevator bank, one is closing. I rush forward and squeeze through before the doors close. Ha, I didn’t have to wait for an elevator, which means I won’t be a minute late.
I straighten and reach to press the button for my floor, but it’s already lit. I take off my sunglasses and turn to see who else is in the elevator.
Wyatt leans against the back of the elevator watching the numbers go up. My insides explode into bright colors of warmth. He shouldn’t have this effect on me. For fuck’s sake, Drew just got me off not even five minutes ago. My pussy aches from his fingers. I’m still bathing in the afterglow.
What if Wyatt can tell? My face grows hot.
“Good morning,” I mumble and move to the other side of the elevator.
Wyatt nods but doesn’t speak.
I take a sip of coffee and look up at the numbers. Halfway there. Fuck, a year ago I would have been excited to be in an elevator alone with Wyatt. The opportunity to have his full attention would have sent me spiraling. Now?
I don’t know how to feel. There’s something here, but I’m not game to act on it anymore. I’m done pushing. I’m done trying to make something happen that just won’t.
“How’s your head?” His gravelly voice startles me and I nearly choke on my coffee.
As I cough and sputter, he steps toward me.
Backing away, I raise my startled eyes to see the hurt in his. “I’m good.”
It was an instinct because I know if he touches me I’ll be lost again. He hasn’t so much as held my elbow since we were little.
Nodding, he runs his hand through his hair and leans back against the wall. “Hangover?”
“A little.” My cheeks heat.
Is this where I get a lecture about drinking? Or maybe about sitting in men’s laps? Or maybe just being at a strip club in general? After all, Tom isn’t here, and that means Wyatt has to fill in as my surrogate older brother like he always does.
When he opens his mouth, I hold up a hand. Fuck it. He’s not Tom and I don’t need a fucking lecture.
“Save it. I don’t want to hear it this morning.” I pop up a finger. “Strip club. Fuck you, I’m twenty-two years old and don’t need or want your or anyone else’s permission to go to a strip club. If I want to go, I’ll go. If I want to climb up on stage and strip for dollar bills, that’s no one’s business but mine.”
Wyatt’s eyes narrow.
“Two.” I hold up another finger. “Drinking. Again old enough and the only one who has to pay the consequences is me, so that’s another fuck you.”
“Sara—”
“Three.” I hold up another finger and step closer. “Save me your thoughts on Drew. I’m not your problem. I’ve never been your problem. You didn’t want me to be your problem. So yes, I’m seeing Drew, who, while the owner of a questionable establishment, is a hard worker, and he fucking likes me. So fuck you, Wyatt Hawkins.”
The elevator doors open and I sweep out, not waiting for him to chastise me. Fuck, that felt good. My insides buzz. I feel ten feet tall, like I could do anything.
I walk into Tom’s office and get around his desk before the door closes. My startled gaze jerks up to Wyatt’s dark eyes.
He’s just as controlled as he always is. I used to fantasize about making him lose that control. What might happen? Would he sweep everything off the desk and bend me over it? Pull my panties aside and thrust deep inside my pussy? A tiny shiver works through me.
Fantasy that will never happen.
