Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“Does he have to be such a jackass?”
I nodded. “He’s really good at it.”
We both laughed then.
“So, have you always dressed like you teach at an Ivy League school?”
I narrowed my eyes, not sure whether he was trying to piss me off or just asking.
“It works for you,” he said. “I’m just curious.”
“I have. I was the only one who didn’t hate the way we had to dress at boarding school, coats and ties every day.”
“I guess that didn’t help you fit in.”
I shook my head. “Hell no. If it hadn’t been for Miles, Worth, and Carter, I don’t know if I would have survived, and I mean that literally.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Yeah, the kids there were vicious.”
“That sucks.”
“I bet you were popular in high school.”
Jay frowned. “Not really. I did too well in class, and I didn’t play football.”
I gave him an appreciative look. “I bet you could have.”
He winked at me. “Thanks.”
“Quit flirting. It’s not going to help you win the case.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Fine. High school was okay, but I was glad to be done and move on.”
We kept talking like this was a date, not an attempt to bribe the opposition in a court case. When we’d finished our second beers, Jay ordered us a bottle of whiskey. I didn’t even try to protest.
After we’d started to make a dent in the bottle and I was starting to get concerned that the bar had begun to rotate like a carousel, Jay said, “Do you want to add some food to all this alcohol?”
I tilted my head to the side as I considered his question. The way the room tilted with me made me realize I was well on my way to drunk. “What did you have in mind?”
“They have amazing cheesecake here.”
“Cheesecake, huh?”
“It’s my favorite dessert.”
“Get us a piece.”
“To share?”
“Sure.” I knew as I responded that it was a bad idea, but Jay was already moving toward the bar, swaying a bit like he was nearly as drunk as I was.
When he returned with cheesecake covered in strawberry topping, I grabbed a fork from him and dug in like I hadn’t eaten all day.
“Looks like you love cheesecake too.”
“So good,” I said, not bothering to swallow first. My grandmother would faint at my deplorable manners.
“You’re cute when you relax like that.”
“Told you not to flirt.”
He scooped up a bite of cheesecake and lifted his fork to my mouth. I stared at it for a moment and then gave in, opening my mouth and dramatically taking the bite from the fork, flicking my tongue across the tines as I pulled the cake into my mouth.
Jay’s eyes were wide as they focused on my mouth.
I forked up a bite and offered it to him, but he took the fork from my hand to eat.
“A little much for you?” I asked.
Jay sputtered. “I…that was…let’s just eat.”
He’d liked watching me. Did he want more? I would give him whatever he wanted. That thought should have sobered me enough to get the hell out of there, but it didn’t.
I didn’t even think about leaving until I realized we’d nearly finished the whiskey.
6
JAY
Ford slapped his hands on the table and started to stand, then realized he was in a booth and flopped back down on the seat. “That didn’t work.”
I tried to hold back my laugh, but I couldn’t. We both ended up laughing so hard, we were slumped over the table. When we’d finally recovered, Ford said, “I’ve got to go home. I’ve got work tomorrow. Have to…sleep first.”
I didn’t want this night to end. I was genuinely enjoying spending time with him, but he was drunk as hell, and I wasn’t much better. We both needed to head home. “I’ll get you a cab.”
He frowned. “What about you? You need to get home.”
“I don’t live far from here. I’ll walk.”
“We can share a cab.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Not with the way I was feeling. My flirting with him had started to seem far too real.
I grinned at him, and he started laughing. Shit, he was really drunk. “I’m a good boy. I won’t seduce you in the cab.”
Once we were outside, Ford tipped his face up and looked at me with a goofy smile, all I could think about was how beautiful he was. That had to be the whiskey talking. I needed to go back into the bar and find a hot woman who was just as horny as I was. That would solve the problem.
“Whatcha thinking about Jay? You look worried. I thought we were having fun.”
“We were. We are, but you need to get home and get to bed.”
“I’m a little bit drunk.”
I laughed. “More than a little.”
“No, not soooo much.”
I succeeded in flagging down a cab and steered Ford toward the door. He stumbled on the curb and fell against the door. I overbalanced and ended up pressed against him with his body trapped between me and the cab. My breath caught as I looked down at him. His eyes were wide, his lips parted, and I wanted to kiss him so badly. I needed to see how it felt.