Chapter One
Tabitha sat at the bar wishing she had stayed home. Something told her not to come. It was going to be impossible to get a cab tonight. The only reason she came, was because something inside her insisted she should be here.
She stared through the large plate-glass window and frowned when she saw a pair of small snow-white birds land on a large crew-cab pick-up in the parking lot. “What are they doing out there? The weather outside is frightful.”
“But your smile is so delightful.”
Tabitha turned to the owner of the deep voice with the sexy Scottish burr and shivered. The man was a god! Blond hair brushed his wide shoulders. Blue eyes twinkled down at her from somewhere around six and a half feet. His smile was what did her in, though. Nothing attracted her more than a man with a nice smile who knew how to use it.
“Cat got your tongue, lass?”
When he mentioned her tongue, all she could do was imagine how she could use it on his delectable body. Her imagination ran wild with the possibilities.
“No.” She shook her head. “I was just admiring the scenery.” Her face burned when she realized what she said. “I’m sorry. I’ve had too much to drink.” She started to leave, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
“It sounds tae me as though you’ve had just enough tae loosen the truth from your lips.”
When he smiled again, she almost swooned. In fact, she probably would have fallen off her barstool had someone not steadied her from behind.
She turned to tell her rescuer, thank you . “Whoa! I don’t believe my luck. Two hot men in one night and they’re both talking to me,” said the abundance of alcohol in her bloodstream. Surely, it must have been the alcohol talking. Tabitha knew she would never say such things sober. She stood and wobbled in front of the bar. “Excuse me while I run to the bathroom and kill myself.”
At least she had the presence of mind to keep herself from staring at the man. His black hair barely brushed his collar. His too-tight t-shirt showed off his broad shoulders and washboard abs to perfection.
“Now, why would ye want tae go and do something like that?” the newcomer asked in his deep brogue. Like his friend, his voice was deep and had a Scottish accent to die for. They were both so sexy, Tabitha’s panties grew damp just listening to them talk. If either one of them touched her past the grasping of her arm, she was afraid she’d melt into a puddle at their feet.
“I—I—”
“Stop teasing the lass, Ewan. She’s obviously not interested in the likes of us,” the blond interrupted. “Go on about your business, if that’s what ye want, lass.” He crooked his thumb toward his companion. “Ye won’t be bothered by the likes of this daft bastard again.”
Tabitha moved away and headed for the bathroom. She had to check her make-up, at least. She’d been sitting here trying to avoid everyone from the office, which wasn’t an easy feat, considering the fact that almost everyone was here for the office party.
Thank goodness they decided to have it here, instead of where she worked. At least no one could try to grab her and drag her into an office, and force themselves on her this year. Where would they go?
She walked past the rowdy group and shook her head at two of her co-workers dancing on a table. Tabitha hoped she never got that drunk.
“Come on, baby. Let’s go find a private place,” Carl, her boss said as he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. He dragged her toward the unisex bathroom for disabled patrons.
“No thanks, Carl. I’m trying to quit.” She pulled away and made a mad dash for the ladies’ room, but didn’t quite make it.
Why hadn’t she listened to her inner voice and stayed home? She sighed. Because another inner voice insisted she needed to be here, that was why.
Carl grabbed her arm, dragged her into the disabled restroom, and shut the door. “Come on, Tabs. You know you want it,”
Tabitha sat at the bar wishing she had stayed home. Something told her not to come. It was going to be impossible to get a cab tonight. The only reason she came, was because something inside her insisted she should be here.
She stared through the large plate-glass window and frowned when she saw a pair of small snow-white birds land on a large crew-cab pick-up in the parking lot. “What are they doing out there? The weather outside is frightful.”
“But your smile is so delightful.”
Tabitha turned to the owner of the deep voice with the sexy Scottish burr and shivered. The man was a god! Blond hair brushed his wide shoulders. Blue eyes twinkled down at her from somewhere around six and a half feet. His smile was what did her in, though. Nothing attracted her more than a man with a nice smile who knew how to use it.
“Cat got your tongue, lass?”
When he mentioned her tongue, all she could do was imagine how she could use it on his delectable body. Her imagination ran wild with the possibilities.
“No.” She shook her head. “I was just admiring the scenery.” Her face burned when she realized what she said. “I’m sorry. I’ve had too much to drink.” She started to leave, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
“It sounds tae me as though you’ve had just enough tae loosen the truth from your lips.”
When he smiled again, she almost swooned. In fact, she probably would have fallen off her barstool had someone not steadied her from behind.
She turned to tell her rescuer, thank you . “Whoa! I don’t believe my luck. Two hot men in one night and they’re both talking to me,” said the abundance of alcohol in her bloodstream. Surely, it must have been the alcohol talking. Tabitha knew she would never say such things sober. She stood and wobbled in front of the bar. “Excuse me while I run to the bathroom and kill myself.”
At least she had the presence of mind to keep herself from staring at the man. His black hair barely brushed his collar. His too-tight t-shirt showed off his broad shoulders and washboard abs to perfection.
“Now, why would ye want tae go and do something like that?” the newcomer asked in his deep brogue. Like his friend, his voice was deep and had a Scottish accent to die for. They were both so sexy, Tabitha’s panties grew damp just listening to them talk. If either one of them touched her past the grasping of her arm, she was afraid she’d melt into a puddle at their feet.
“I—I—”
“Stop teasing the lass, Ewan. She’s obviously not interested in the likes of us,” the blond interrupted. “Go on about your business, if that’s what ye want, lass.” He crooked his thumb toward his companion. “Ye won’t be bothered by the likes of this daft bastard again.”
Tabitha moved away and headed for the bathroom. She had to check her make-up, at least. She’d been sitting here trying to avoid everyone from the office, which wasn’t an easy feat, considering the fact that almost everyone was here for the office party.
Thank goodness they decided to have it here, instead of where she worked. At least no one could try to grab her and drag her into an office, and force themselves on her this year. Where would they go?
She walked past the rowdy group and shook her head at two of her co-workers dancing on a table. Tabitha hoped she never got that drunk.
“Come on, baby. Let’s go find a private place,” Carl, her boss said as he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. He dragged her toward the unisex bathroom for disabled patrons.
“No thanks, Carl. I’m trying to quit.” She pulled away and made a mad dash for the ladies’ room, but didn’t quite make it.
Why hadn’t she listened to her inner voice and stayed home? She sighed. Because another inner voice insisted she needed to be here, that was why.
Carl grabbed her arm, dragged her into the disabled restroom, and shut the door. “Come on, Tabs. You know you want it,”
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