Leaning back in my chair, I crossed my legs and slowly swiveled around.
“Yeah, thereabouts. It’s good—” Rayden broke off when his gaze landed on me. A quick flicker of confusion crossed his face. “What are you doing here?” his flippant tone made me laugh. Maybe he was under the impression I was out to fuck his cousin for all his money.
Grinning, Trent went back to his seat while Rayden eyed me with suspicion and his handsome face pulled into an ugly scowl. Chewing the tip of my pencil, my smile wolfish, I kept my gaze trained on him.
“Ray, I take it, you’ve met my right-hand lady.”
Rayden gawked. “Right-hand lady?” He hesitated before shifting his gaze to his cousin. “Nanny?” Annoyance etched his brow.
Trent let out a guttural laugh. “Oh, hell no. She’s one of my restaurant managers. The best one actually and savior if you must.” He winked when I turned to look at him. “She just helped me out this weekend with the kids while I was away.”
“Oh.” I sensed the irritation in Rayden’s tone. Maybe he was angry that I hadn’t corrected his fucked-up assumptions or that I hadn’t fucked him. Whichever it was, my grin remained smug. Ignoring me, he looked at Trent. “Want to grab a bite?”
“Sure. Let me finish with Sianna, and we can go. You can stick around if you want.”
“No,” Rayden replied a little too quickly. I rolled my lips to keep from laughing out loud. “I’ll wait downstairs for you.”
“Okay.” Trent watched him leave then frowned at me. “I’m surprised he thought you were the nanny. Did you guys not talk over the weekend?”
“No.” I volunteered no further information. We’d done a lot of things, and talking wasn’t one of them.
Sianna
“SHIT, SIA, WHERE WEREyou? Rayden’s looking for you.” Nessa, the head waitress, followed me to the office upstairs. “He asked if you’ve placed the orders for the function.”
“Well, he can wait. I am entitled to a break,” I shrugged, picking up the menu sheets for the event we were hosting in three days. Rayden wanted a particular order for that night, and given all orders went through me, I took my time processing his request.
Two weeks ago, I had one boss, and since Rayden found out I lied about being the nanny, not only had Trent agreed for him to stick around and take over the running of the bar, Rayden was hell-bent on finding ways to make me look incompetent. Lucky for me, Trent wasn’t easily convinced I’d messed up. And when that didn’t work, he’d attempted to sabotage my cooking lessons with Steven by telling him ridiculous stunts I’d pulled with the kids. Steven was still on the fence about whether he believed Rayden on not. “Anyway, I don’t work for him—”
“On the contrary,” Rayden’s sarcastic reply cut me off. A brow raised, I spun around to find him leaning against the door frame. His head cocked boyishly to one side, hands in the back pockets of his denim, he stared at me. “I do believe you work for my cousin, and the last time I checked, I’m still family?”
“Whatever.” Ignoring him, I scanned the pages in my hand with a lot more attention than it deserved as Nessa slipped quietly out the side door. “What do you want?” I hissed. He might be good-looking, but his attitude left something to be desired. It stank.
“Now, is that any way to talk to your boss?” his lazy response irked the crap out of me.
Clenching my fists in frustration, I looked up, dropped the menu on the table, and glared at him. He was baiting me. Annoyed, I itched to teach him a lesson. Without thinking, I walked up to him. So close, I noticed how his turquoise button-down shirt highlighted the green of his eyes. His brow shot up, further irritating me. Gripping the front of his shirt, I jerked him forward and, when his head lowered, crashed my mouth over his. Then with seductive slowness, I rimmed his lips, using the tip of my tongue before slipping it into his open mouth. When he groaned, the sound sent a thrill racing through my veins. I thrust deeper, tantalizing him with a sinful fervor meant to roast the very core of him. I licked and nibbled his mouth, sliding my tongue over his in a lazy dance.
