I grin. “Something about me, Leo, I’ll never lead you astray.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
His eyes hold mine, and I can’t help but get lost in them. It’s ridiculous. Typically, I’m the charming one, but right now, I feel like an idiot. A deer in his bright headlights. “Um, do you want to sit on the couch?” I ask, and he turns, giving me a full view of the sexy backside I only got a glimpse of in the bar.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of his ass clad in tight jeans. I bet I can bounce a quarter off it, and for some reason, I really, really want to try.
He sits down on the couch, and I sit beside him, not on the opposite side but with about six inches between us. This close, I can smell his aftershave—a delicate blend of spices that’s somehow masculine and mouth-watering all at the same time.
What the hell is this guy? A freaking living, breathing, sexual fantasy?
“So, Claudia, how long you here for?”
“Till the end of the month. I’m here to make sure Lena and Becca get settled.”
He nods, jaw hard. I imagine he’s probably pretty pissed at my friend for what she did to his, but thankfully for us both, he doesn’t say anything. I’m not interested in hearing about her choice from his point of view, just like my opinion doesn’t truly matter.
Only the three people directly involved—Lena, Graham, Becca—can have a say in what happens going forward.
“What do you do, Leo?” I ask.
“I work with lumber.”
I nearly spit my whiskey out. Graham literally brought me a fucking lumberjack. I need to thank him later.
“You okay?” he asks me, amused.
“I am. You’re a legit lumberjack.”
He laughs, the rich sound sending the dull ache between my legs into a full-on throb. How the hell do I already have a lady boner for this guy? It’s been months since I felt anything for a man, and he’s been here, like, what—ten minutes? I cross my legs, hoping to dull some of it. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I mean, hell yes. But I can’t say I actually expected him to deliver.”
The delicious light in his eye’s beckons to me, and I get the feeling that this is a man who doesn’t miss much. His eyes linger on my face, before dropping down to my lips.
I can’t help it, I bite down on my bottom one, wondering what his mouth will feel like on mine. Because I swear, if after all this the guy is a shit kisser—I’m going to be pissed.
“What exactly is it you were looking for?” he asks me, and I clear my throat, bringing my attention back to his impossibly beautiful hazel gaze.
“Not anything serious. Just some good—filthy—fun.”
“I think I can help with that.”
“Ready to go?” Graham asks as he and Lena walk back into the room.
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