Page 11 of Slow Burn

“Fuck off.”

“Hey, boys,” Sophie’s sugary sweet voice greeted them. “Want to buy us our first round of drinks?”

Benny was like a puppy eager to impress the women by gesturing to the two empty chairs at their high-top table. Elijah was sure if Sophie or Georgia gave Benny one more smile, he was going to hump their legs.

“Want shots?” Benny asked as they sat down. And of course, Georgia slid into the seat next to him, and Sophie sat next to Benny.

Sophie was all smiles and batting eyelashes, and Elijah was positive Benny was about to offer to buy her a pony at this point. It was almost distracting him from Georgia.

But it was pointless. He could smell her vanilla-citrus perfume, and he felt her knee brush against his. It was a twisted hell not to look at her.

“I’d love a shot,” Sophie basically purred. “Maybe Sex on the Beach?”

That was the exact moment Nash showed up, smacking Benny on the back of the head and demanding that he get up.

“I’ll go order the shots at the bar,” Benny nervously looked at Nash.

Nash crossed his arms. “None for me. I’m driving.”

Benny darted off to get drinks.

“Shouldn’t you not scare the people you work with?” Sophie glared at Nash.

“Ugh! He works at the station too? Why are all the hot ones firefighters?” Georgia complained next to him. The mention of her being attracted to Benny was the tipping point for him.

Nash didn’t bother with his sister. He was too caught up debating with Sophie.

But Elijah couldn’t take it anymore. He faced Georgia, and holy shit, she was beautiful. Her dark-green eyes were hypnotic, gazing up at him with challenge.

“First it was Roman and now Benny. I need to meet a man who isn’t a firefighter. Is that too much to ask?” Georgia goaded him, and damn it, it worked.

“I think you also forgot to mention another firefighter you met who you were interested in.”

She licked her lips, and fuck, if it didn’t make his dick hard.

“You’re right,” the little seductress smiled. “I also met Sam. What a hottie.”

“He’s too old for you,” Elijah growled. He was annoyed she was listing off people from the station, completely ignoring him and their attraction. “He’s a captain and almost fifty.”

“Maybe I want an older, experienced man?” she said above a sultry whisper.

Fuck the repercussions. Elijah was going to drag her out of the bar and show her how he was the older, experienced man she needed. Before he had a chance to take any action, Benny returned with the shots.

“You’re not the boss of me!” Sophie shouted, grabbed her shot, and swallowed it within a second before slamming the glass on the table. She looked at Georgia. “Let’s go to another bar that’s far away from your brother so we can have fun.”

Nash glared at her. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

Benny’s eyes bounced from Nash to Elijah before he took a step back. “It just hit me. I’m exhausted, and I’m going to head home.”

“You only had one beer, right?” Elijah asked, always protective of his team.

He nodded. “Yeah, one of you can have my shot. Will you be good getting home?”

Benny was his ride, but it didn’t matter. Between Uber and Nash, he’d get home.

“I’m good.” Elijah waved goodbye to his friend. Sophie shoved two of the shots toward him and Georgia.

“Let’s cheers to having a wild night out and an even wilder night in bed!” Sophie raised her shot glass.