tall and leggy like you. And don’t change the subject. So I guess you finally, uh…had that talk with Grant?”
“Not exactly. I told him I was tired of waiting for him to pull his head out of his ass and I think I might have told him I wasn’t available anymore.” She bit her bottom lip. She’d meant to talk to him in a civilized manner. Call him, talk things out. Explain how hurt and upset she’d been lately.
But when he’d shown up on her doorstep on Friday night like clockwork, expecting to pick up where they’d left off, she’d seen red. She hated that he assumed she’d be waiting and willing for him.
And his assumptions were her own fault. She’d been working for him for a year and in the past month they’d somehow morphed into more than employee and employer. She’d never once told him she didn’t like their arrangement. God, the word arrangement made her feel even crappier. It also didn’t help that he’d looked so good when he stopped by tonight. But when didn’t he look like walking, talking sex appeal?
She’d always thought he was hot in a dangerous, edgy sort of way. Hell, she’d have to be blind not to notice that. He stood well over six feet. Maybe six three or four. His dark hair was always a little too long on the sides and those piercing brown eyes of his…she shuddered even thinking about that gaze. All he had to do was pin her with a heated stare and her body turned to mush.
Shaking her head, she tried to banish visions of him but all she could see was the way he filled out his clothes. The man had muscles to die for. Not an inch of fat covered that hard body. His shoulders were broad and muscular and always pulled at whatever he wore, whether it was a T-shirt or a dress shirt. As if his body ached to be stripped down to nothing. Whenever they were together, he was always more comfortable naked than she was. Of course if she had a body like his, she’d probably want to run around in the buff all the time too.
“Damn. No one ever talks to Grant like that.”
She shot her friend a sharp look.
Sarah’s shoulders raised in a slight shrug as she quickly met her gaze. “I’m not saying they shouldn’t. I’m just saying they don’t. He is the alph…uh, our boss , after all.”
Talia frowned at Sarah until her friend continued. “I’ve known Grant for a long time and I’ve never seen him so smitten over someone.”
“Smitten?” She wouldn’t use that word. Horny? Sexually fixated? Yes.
“That’s right. That man is head over heels for you even if he doesn’t know how to show it. He’s a freaking Neanderthal, what do you expect?”
“So he’s not…dating anyone else or anything?” She felt so lame asking her friend but Talia and Grant had never outlined whatever their relationship was and screw it, she wanted to know.
Sarah snorted loudly. “I can’t believe you even asked that. No. He’s definitely not dating anyone else. He’s a one-woman kind of man. Trust me.”
Talia was curious how Sarah knew that. Actually, she was curious how everyone else they worked with seemed to know Grant so well. And they talked to him like he was more than a regular boss. Their respect for him was almost reverent. It was kind of weird sometimes but she’d gotten used to it. And the money she made at Crescent Moon Bar was too good to pass up. Bartending there, she made the kind of money she imagined strippers made. Even with a scholarship, she still had books and her rent to pay for and all that added up. “Whatever. I don’t want to talk about him anymore. Tonight we’re going to have a good time and not worry about Grant.”
Sarah shook her head. “I don’t think we should go to any of Grant’s bars then. If he finds out where you are, I guarantee he’ll show up.”
Talia doubted it but didn’t comment. “Wherever you want to go, I’m game.”
Her friend looked at her and gave her a positively wicked grin. “I know just the place, then.”
* * * * *
Grant
“Not exactly. I told him I was tired of waiting for him to pull his head out of his ass and I think I might have told him I wasn’t available anymore.” She bit her bottom lip. She’d meant to talk to him in a civilized manner. Call him, talk things out. Explain how hurt and upset she’d been lately.
But when he’d shown up on her doorstep on Friday night like clockwork, expecting to pick up where they’d left off, she’d seen red. She hated that he assumed she’d be waiting and willing for him.
And his assumptions were her own fault. She’d been working for him for a year and in the past month they’d somehow morphed into more than employee and employer. She’d never once told him she didn’t like their arrangement. God, the word arrangement made her feel even crappier. It also didn’t help that he’d looked so good when he stopped by tonight. But when didn’t he look like walking, talking sex appeal?
She’d always thought he was hot in a dangerous, edgy sort of way. Hell, she’d have to be blind not to notice that. He stood well over six feet. Maybe six three or four. His dark hair was always a little too long on the sides and those piercing brown eyes of his…she shuddered even thinking about that gaze. All he had to do was pin her with a heated stare and her body turned to mush.
Shaking her head, she tried to banish visions of him but all she could see was the way he filled out his clothes. The man had muscles to die for. Not an inch of fat covered that hard body. His shoulders were broad and muscular and always pulled at whatever he wore, whether it was a T-shirt or a dress shirt. As if his body ached to be stripped down to nothing. Whenever they were together, he was always more comfortable naked than she was. Of course if she had a body like his, she’d probably want to run around in the buff all the time too.
“Damn. No one ever talks to Grant like that.”
She shot her friend a sharp look.
Sarah’s shoulders raised in a slight shrug as she quickly met her gaze. “I’m not saying they shouldn’t. I’m just saying they don’t. He is the alph…uh, our boss , after all.”
Talia frowned at Sarah until her friend continued. “I’ve known Grant for a long time and I’ve never seen him so smitten over someone.”
“Smitten?” She wouldn’t use that word. Horny? Sexually fixated? Yes.
“That’s right. That man is head over heels for you even if he doesn’t know how to show it. He’s a freaking Neanderthal, what do you expect?”
“So he’s not…dating anyone else or anything?” She felt so lame asking her friend but Talia and Grant had never outlined whatever their relationship was and screw it, she wanted to know.
Sarah snorted loudly. “I can’t believe you even asked that. No. He’s definitely not dating anyone else. He’s a one-woman kind of man. Trust me.”
Talia was curious how Sarah knew that. Actually, she was curious how everyone else they worked with seemed to know Grant so well. And they talked to him like he was more than a regular boss. Their respect for him was almost reverent. It was kind of weird sometimes but she’d gotten used to it. And the money she made at Crescent Moon Bar was too good to pass up. Bartending there, she made the kind of money she imagined strippers made. Even with a scholarship, she still had books and her rent to pay for and all that added up. “Whatever. I don’t want to talk about him anymore. Tonight we’re going to have a good time and not worry about Grant.”
Sarah shook her head. “I don’t think we should go to any of Grant’s bars then. If he finds out where you are, I guarantee he’ll show up.”
Talia doubted it but didn’t comment. “Wherever you want to go, I’m game.”
Her friend looked at her and gave her a positively wicked grin. “I know just the place, then.”
* * * * *
Grant
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