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For a girl who had to have overhead Ben’s crassness, given how damn loud he is, she’s taking it rather well. No flushed cheeks, no mortified stare, nothing. I, on the other hand, grip the back of my neck to keep from lunging over the couch to pummel Ben.
“Hey, Charlie.” Ben’s big, dumb grin is in full force now. The guy’s so smooth around women, he probably doesn’t feel the slightest bit awkward. “When did you get here?” He certainly doesn’t feel awkward about checking out her chest.
“Just now. With Ginger.” Leaning forward, she offers her hand to Trent. “Hi, I’m Charlie.”
There’s a two-second delay in Trent’s response, where he simply stares at her face before he calmly lays down the game stick and his beer, and reaches forward to accept her hand with that damn smile that all the girls at the club still chatter about every time he shows up there. “Trent. Hi.”
The handshake lasts one, two, three seconds too long and I’m grinding my teeth, watching for any skin flushing or lip licking on her part. Jeez . . . I know Trent is head-over-heels in love with Kacey, so my jealousy is completely unfounded, and yet here I am, ready to pull them apart.
One night. Just one night with her and I’m done for.
“Hey, Nate.” Charlie winks at the ominous teddy bear, who smiles at her before flashing a rare, wide toothy grin my way. We co
Rounding the couch, Charlie extends a hand to Dan. “I didn’t get to officially meet you last night, what with my passing out and all.”
“Charlie. I’ve heard so much about you.” At least Dan has the decency not to stare at her.
“And who’s been filling your head with lies about me?” she smoothly retorts, those beautiful wide lips of hers stretching into a grin.
“Cain never lies,” Ben throws back with a smirk.
Her playful eyes flicker over to me, where they rest for several seconds—an amused light dancing within them.
I fight the urge to pull her in to me but I can’t keep my gaze from dropping to those round tits and my mouth instantly parts, remembering the softness of them against my tongue. When I look back up, Charlie’s eyes have darkened slightly.
“Good to know.” With a wink and a firm, slow rub up and back down my arm, she turns to Dan and says, “Storm wanted me to tell you that she needs you at the grill. Ta
With a heavy sigh, Dan mutters, “Did he bring that damn spray gun again?”
“Yes.” Charlie giggles. “And it’s ridiculous.”
Shaking his head, Dan smiles warmly down at her. “Okay, tell her I’ll be there shortly.”
With my glass to my mouth, my focus trails Charlie out the door, her hips swaying teasingly. She knows I’m watching. She must know.
“For what it’s worth, I don’t blame you, man. Wow.” Dan’s brow furrows. “A bit young, though . . .”
“Twenty-two.”
He blows a mouthful of air out. “Well, if you were ever to give in to an employee, I wouldn’t blame you for that one.”
Too late. And I’m going to do anything I can to give in again. Tonight.
“Until then, do you want me to call Mercy to deal with your little problem?” Ben asks. “She’s fantastic. And discreet.”
I level Ben with a glare. “You’d better be fucking joking.”
“Of course I’m joking! I haven’t touched her . . . yet.” His face splits into a wide grin.
“Good, because I’d seriously fire your ass.”
“Well, then . . .” Ben slaps his hand on the coffee table. “Consider this my notice.”
By the looks that exchange between me and the others, we’re all wondering the same thing—is Ben serious?
He winks, then offers in a more somber tone, “I landed a full-time gig at a law firm in town. Just found out this morning.”
“Seriously, Morris?” Nate presses.
“Yep.” Ben’s arms stretch out over his head, his hands nesting behind his neck as he sighs heavily.
I wasn’t expecting to lose Ben so soon. “But, don’t you have another month before you get your bar exam results?”
He waves a dismissive hand. “Yeah, but I aced that. I’m not worried. They’re not worried. I’ll just be considered in a probationary period until I’m official.”
My previous a
The tactless brute bows his head, a rare pensive look flashing over his face. I’ll bet he hasn’t bothered to mention it to his dad. The cranky old scrooge would somehow twist it into a failure. I think that’s why Ben is such an easy, happy guy all the time. He’s deathly afraid of ever being compared to his own father.
“Seriously, dude, don’t go out there with that. It’s embarrassing. I’ve got a picture of Charlie onstage that I can send to your phone, if you need it while you deal with your issue in the can.”
The moment’s over.
chapter twenty-six
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CHARLIE
I shouldn’t be here.
“Ahhh . . . this is the life,” Ginger sighs, sinking back into her chair with a fresh margarita in hand. “If only we didn’t have to work tonight.”
I grunt in agreement, taking in the stu
“Thank God for the breeze,” Ginger adds, and my eyes follow hers to the two oversized ceiling fans affixed to the beams above us, working overtime to circulate the hot summer air.
The sound of flames sputtering pulls my attention away to the far end, where Ta
To the newly appointed DEA agent.
I shouldn’t be here.
But I didn’t really have a choice, I tell myself. Ginger was hell bent on bringing me. When she admitted with a smile that Cain was hell bent on her bringing me, too, any hope for an argument died on my lips.
When Storm directed me to take a tray of veggies to a room down the hall, I didn’t expect to be walking into a group of men talking about me yanking on parts of Cain. Coming from Ben’s mouth, it’s not exactly shocking, but still. I’m not sure how I kept the blush from my face. I was sure my knees would buckle for a moment when they all stopped to stare at me.
By the look on Cain’s face, he was both surprised and very pleased to see me. By his blatant ogling, I’m pretty sure he wants more of what he got last night. That thought makes my entire body hum with excitement.
“You okay? You’ve been quieter than usual today.” I turn to find Ginger watching me intently.
“Yeah, fine. Just tired,” I murmur through another yawn. I feel like I could sleep for days.
“Late night?”
“Yeah.” I help myself to a carrot. Tired and hungry. I haven’t eaten all day. My body is all kinds of messed up.
“Hmm . . . So, did you finally break that stoic horse and work him in good?”