This time, she didn’t blush. Her whole face changed. I could see the heat behind her eyes. I could see her thinking about it.
I could see that she’dbeenthinking about it.
The idea of my naked body and hers getting horizontal together was not a new one.
But she swallowed and said, “Let’s just be friends.”
“Let’s not.”
I watched the heat flare in her eyes—like I’d just thrown a match on it. But she said, “I just don’t think we should get involved.”
“If by ‘involved’ you mean naked, I disagree.”
She said nothing, just pressed her lips together.
Clearly, she wasn’t giving in on this.
The girl had principles, apparently. I wasn’t buying for a second that she wasn’t into me, though. Wasn’t sure I totally bought her whole professionalism excuse either.
But whatever.
Whatever her reasons for putting me off, that was her bullshit. Not mine.
I was only gonna push so far. Only gonna waste so much time and effort. Just because my cock thought she was worth it didn’t mean my cock was right.
My dick had definitely led me wrong before.
“Ashley,” she said, softly. “This isn’t a personal rejection. I’d just like to do my job, without… complicating things.”
“Uh-huh.” I sipped my beer. “So you’re refusing to flirt with me, see where it could go?”
She sipped her drink, looking nervous as shit. “Well, I’m really tryingnotto flirt with you,” she admitted.
Christ.That was adorable.
And fuckinghot.
Wasn’t totally sure when my dick had gotten so damn hard, but it was getting pretty uncomfortable in my jeans. I shifted a bit.
We didn’t even have our appetizers yet.
This woman was a weirdly intriguing blend of adorable and totally fucking sexy. Like a nice, old-fashioned good girl or something. Did those exist anymore?
Ones who looked like she did?
Yeah, apparently.
I just wanted to wrap her long, curvy legs around my head, bury my face in her pussy and watch her eyes roll back.
I cleared my throat. “So, what should we talk about, then?”
A smile flickered at the corner of her mouth. “If you can’t flirt, you’re at a loss, huh?”
“I never said I wouldn’t flirt.”
“Let’s talk about work,” she said, quickly changing the subject. “How about your work? What have you been working on lately? I mean… if you can talk about it.”
I could, if I wanted to.
