He glanced over at Luke, hoping he didn’t catch that he had been eye-fucking his sister at their brother’s repast. It sounded as bad as it was. What the hell was he thinking? This girl was making him lose his mind for sure.
“She fucking hates me and I have no idea why.” Luke grumbled.
Nick almost laughed at his friend's words. “Join the club.” Then his brows furrowed and he turned back towards Luke. “Wait a minute, who hates you?”
Luke nodded towards the table where Deb and Joe were sitting with another couple and Cara. She lifted her head from her drink and ran her fingers through her curls. Nick had never seen her look so lost before.
“It’s like she blames me for Jake’s death.” He shook his head and looked over at Nick. “My brother made me promise to take care of her, but she’s making it damn near impossible.”
“She’ll come around, man. Give her some time she just lost the most important person in her life.”
“She’s not the only one who lost him.” Luke shook his head and glanced down at his watch. “I’ve got to get Ava.” He looked around the room. “Have you seen Leah? Never mind, if you see her tell her I had to leave to get Ava. I’ll come back in a few.”
Nick raised an eyebrow, but merely nodded. He wasn’t sure what was going on with Luke, but grief made you act strange sometimes. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he signaled for the waitress to bring him another drink as he reached into his pants for his phone. The bartender filled his glass and Nick splayed a twenty dollar bill on top of the bar. He glanced down at his phone and saw that he had a text from Sam. He looked over his shoulder and she wasn’t at the table with her friends anymore.
He opened the text.
Sam: Meet me by the bathrooms, Samantha
Nick bit the inside of his cheek and figured one of two things was about to go down. He slid the phone back into his pocket and downed his drink in two hefty gulps. One, she was going to lash at him for some unknown reason, or two she was looking for a quick lay. He was hoping it was the latter and he placed the empty glass onto the bar as he sauntered through the bar, making his way to the hallway where the bathrooms were. Sam was leaning against the wall between the men’s room and the ladies room. She didn’t lift her chin or raise her head the slightest bit to look at him instead she peered up at him under the fringe of her eyelashes.
He pushed back his suit jacket, and placed one hand in his pocket as he took another step towards her, invading her space. He didn’t say a word. She asked him here, he came. With an understanding like that, who needed words? He watched as she brought the pink flesh of her lower lip between her teeth. She leaned her head against the wall, lifting her eyes to meet his.
Nick sucked in a breath as her eyes turned a mischievous shade of dark blue. The door to the ladies room opened and a woman emerged, brushing past them. Sam turned her head and looked at the door the woman had exited and then back towards Nick. She kicked off the wall and stood straight. Even with four inch heels on, her head still came up just under Nick’s chin. Her hand traveled down one side of the lapels of his suit as she walked backwards towards the ladies room. With her free hand she grabbed the loose tie around his neck and yanked hard, a devilish smile playing upon her lips. She kicked the bathroom door open and dragged Nick inside gripping his tie.
He let her play her little game. He let her think she had the upper hand, but once they were inside of the bathroom, he took control and pushed her up against the door. She still held his tie in her fisted hand as she stared up at him anxiously. He braced his hand above her head and caged her in against the door. She licked her lips and he fought the urge to take her tongue into his mouth.
“You wanted something?” He asked huskily and leaned closer to her, his erection pressing against her hip.
She peered up at him and the slightest hint of a smile threatened her lips. He was so close he could smell the tequila laced with mint that was on her breath. She trailed her free hand down the length of the door, finding the door knob. Nick heard the lock slide into place, but still he glanced down and checked to see if it was in fact locked.
His eyes locked onto hers again and he watched her as she struggled to work the knot of his tie.
“I’ve always wanted you like this.” She confessed as she finally freed him from the tie. She wrapped it mindlessly around her wrist as if she was about to tie herself up. She let the tie fall from her wrist and she clutched the lapels of his suit.
“Tell me you want me.” She said as she bit her lip.
“I want you.” Nick growled and he gripped her hips with his strong hands, lifting her up. She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her towards the counter.
“Tell me you want to fuck me.” She whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his ear.