My gyrating hips pushed up into his, spurring his cock to life. His arousal evident, when it hardened and twitched against my stomach, and I knew I had to stop this before I became too caught up in the urges of my lust. Extracting myself slowly, my gaze held his, as my lips curled in a smug grin, I turned around and left the room, but not before catching his stunned expression
“Why do I get the feeling you two have some serious sexual tension sprouting between you?” I glanced over my shoulder to find Trent eyeing me with a wicked grin as he descended the stairs behind me.
I feigned innocence, hoping he hadn’t seen the kiss. “What are you talking about?”
“You and Rayden.” He walked beside me as I headed for the bar. After that kiss, I needed a drink. Preferably something ice cold to chill my heated body. “Did something happen over the weekend?”
“Nothing.” I shrugged. He didn’t look convinced, and I turned away to hide my pink cheeks. “Vodka tonic with lots of ice, please, Aaron,” I asked the bartender. At my request, Trent’s eyes widened. “What?” I held out my hands. Okay, maybe my sudden drink request was a huge surprise, given I never drank during the day and especially while on duty. “I need energy.”
“Yeah, nothing.” Trent grinned, then reached for my hand. “So, dinner at seven, sweetheart?” He reached up to move a strand of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear.
My jaw dropped. I stared at him.Sweetheart? Dinner?What the fuck? Had my usually stern boss suddenly lost his marbles. “Huh?”
“You promised before I left for London, we’d have dinner.”
“I—I, wait, what?” I had no idea what game Trent was playing, but I didn’t find it amusing.
Rayden walked past, leveling us with a scowl. He pushed through the swing doors leading behind the counter. “Who’s that for, Aaron?” Judging by his grimace, he’d heard his cousin asking me to dinner and probably wasn’t impressed with Trent dating staff. Like I cared.
The bartender looked up from the drink he was about to serve me. “Sianna.”
“Shouldn’t she be working?” Rayden snapped, glancing at Trent, his gaze accusing.
My hackles rose. “Excuse me. You’re not my boss. Just the damn bartender.”
“Mixologist,” he and Trent replied in unison.
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. “Just give me the damn drink.”
“No.”
Next to me, Trent’s body shook. Annoyed, I turned on my boss. “Would you please tell your bartender cousin to give me my drink? I don’t work for him.”
“What’s up with you two?” Trent asked instead. “If you guys need to catch a quick fuck, you can use my office.”
This time my jaw hit the floor. In my time there, I'd never heard Trent swear or refer to anything sexual, let alone invite me to a meal. I turned to walk away. He grabbed my arms and plopped my butt on a stool. When Rayden stepped toward the door, Trent stopped him with a hand up.
“Right, so let me explain.” He took the seat next to me. “My cousin chooses to be a mixologist for the simple reason that he enjoys experimenting with flavors, Sianna. It’s a hobby. He is not and will never be a bartender. Have you heard of Princeton Corporation?” How could I forget? Baffled, I nodded. “Well, you’re looking at the heir to the Princeton Legacy.”
I blinked my surprise for a moment. “Well, that says a lot. It seems that the whole place is home to the cockiest people on the planet,” I retorted.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rayden’s jaw flexed.
Instead of answering, I turned to Trent. “So, about that dinner? Seven, good for you?” Aware Rayden was under the impression I wanted to bed Trent, I intended to exploit the situation.
Surprised, my boss pinned me to my seat with a deep frown then, as if understanding, reached for my hand. “Sure, sweetheart. There’s this new restaurant I want to try out. I’ll pick you up.” He was probably dying to find out what went down between Rayden and me.
And after his stunts with Steven, I was intent on irritating Rayden further. If anything, it made for a good laugh. “Okay.” I nodded and turned away, not before catching Rayden’s extended scowl. Wiggling my fingers at him, I faked a smile and walked off.
