“I’m doing great, and yes, it was a totally uneventful night. A real snoozer, so I slept like a baby. Thanks for asking.”
I had to hold back a bark of laughter. She’d always had a sharp little tongue, only now I’d heard it and tasted it. And oddly enough, I wanted more of both.
You’re playing with fire, Smith.
Didn’t I know it? I’d played with it last night, and I couldn’t deny it had been one of the sexiest experiences of my life. Despite my rational mind telling me nothing good could come of it, I couldn’t stop myself from seeing just how far I could press.
“I would’ve slept better, but the room was a little . . . tight. Was your room tight, Evie?”
She let out a strangled cough, and Cullen looked up from the file he’d been reading and gestured to the water pitcher between them.
“Yes, Evie, have a drink, won’t you? We haven’t ordered yet, aside from beverages. There’s water and coffee here . . . or would you prefer a virgin mimosa?” I raised my brows innocently as I asked the question, but her face ramped up from rosy pink to tomato red.
“Um, is—isn’t that just plain orange juice?” she stammered, tucking a lock of honey-colored hair behind one ear.
I pretended to consider the question and then nodded. “Yeah, I guess it is. Would you like some?”
She shook her head and muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like asshole, but before I could process it, Cullen closed the folder he’d been thumbing through and laid both of his hands on the table.
“First, I want to say that I’m so glad you’re both here. It’s super important to me that you guys care enough to come and rally around me and the business in our hour of need.” He turned to his sister and gave her a fond grin. “Evie, Nana would be so proud of you and the woman you’ve become. And Smith, seriously, I couldn’t ask for a better friend. All this to say, I’m thrilled because—”
The cell phone next to Cullen’s file folder chirped, and he held up a finger as he glanced down at it. “Hold that thought. This is our distributor in London, and I need to take it. Give me ten.”
He shot up from his chair and crossed the dining room before ducking out into the hallway as he pressed the phone to his ear. “Yeah, it’s me. What’s going on?” He continued out of sight, leaving Evie and me sitting there staring at each other.
No point in pretending like it hadn’t happened. Best to get it out in the open so we could move on.
We both started speaking at once.
“Look, I—”
“What do you think y—”
When she paused, I waved her on with a flourish of my hand. “Please, go ahead. As you know, my motto is always ladies first.”
In her case, it had been ladies only, but who was counting?
My cock flexed behind my zipper in a not-so-subtle reminder that someone was, indeed, counting.
Her jaw clenched, and she pounded the table with one fist. “Cut the crap. You know exactly what you’re doing.”
I blinked back at her and shrugged. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“The virgin mimosa? And the tight hotel rooms? What the hell is wrong with you? It’s like you want Cullen to find out. Do you know how pissed he’d be?” she demanded, her chest heaving hard enough for her breasts to push against her sweater in the most mouthwatering way.
For a second, I blacked out as memories of the night before flitted through my mind like an X-rated movie. Evie, grinding on top of me. Biting her lip as she cried out in pleasure. The tight grip of her channel squeezing me, pulling at my cock, practically begging me to explode and fill her with hot cum.
“Smith?” She snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Hellooo?”
I tugged at my shirt collar, wishing I’d skipped the tie today. “Yep, I’m here. Sorry, I was just having a very vivid flashback.”
She scowled at me, her hand shaking as she turned over her coffee mug for the waitress who had paused at our table with a steaming carafe.
“Cullen is not going to find out. He’s not going to know that you have the world’s tightest teacup.”
“What the hell is wrong with you? Can we not discuss this?” she hissed.
“Excuse me, sugar tits, I’m sorry. I’m a bit fucking thrown off here. How did you want me to act this morning . . . like you weren’t naked and wet and grinding on my dick last night?”
She grinned, but it was fake and didn’t reach her pretty eyes. “Yeah, that’d be super helpful.”
I could have barked out a laugh, but I knew based on her reaction, Evie didn’t find this situation nearly as funny as I did.
She lifted the coffee mug to her lips with a trembling hand and then paused, still looking straight at me. “Just do me a favor and forget last night ever happened.”
Yeah, right. Not possible.
I couldn’t seem to stop my brain from remembering all the wonderful soft, pleasant things about her. The way she felt underneath me, her scent, how quickly she climaxed, almost like she’d been desperate for it . . .
My cock pulsed again.