Page 7 of Don't Lie to Me
I nodded. “I felt like his sister.”
Something deep inside me enjoyed watching him relax. He was jealous. I never would have guessed before that very moment that the reason for all of his tension had nothing to do with Jessica, but something, whatever it was, to do with me.
“That tie looks nice on you.” Instantly I wish I could take the words back, my fingers however were short in getting the message. They slowly reached out and played with the ends of the dark purple tie I bought for him just a week ago. Jack looked down at my hands, fiddling with the sharp point at the end of the tie and back at me.
“My assistant has good taste.”
I rubbed my tongue across my teeth. This wasn’t happening. I had known Jack too long to risk my job over throwing myself at my boss. The realization shocked me back to reality and I let the tie fall from my fingers. I needed to get a grip on myself, and quickly. I waved at the bar tender for a refill and drained my first drink, pretending nothing had just happened.
It didn’t last long though because almost instantly Jack’s hand was on my thigh, resting softly just above my knee.
He looked down at his hand and then back at me. “This is probably inappropriate isn’t it?”
Fuck no...or yes. Good grief, what was wrong me? I took a sip of my re-filled drink, wincing slightly at how strong it was before turning to him.
“I’m not sure anymore to be honest.”
Clearly I had drank too much to think straight. I wanted to smack my head into the bar and at the same time, grab his tie and take him….where? My place? Not with Logan there.
“If it helps, I’m glad the guy thought of you like a sister.”
I swallowed, slowly, wondering if he was implying what his deep, lustful voice sounded like. His eyes darkened and he leaned closer to me, incrementally slow, as if giving me the time to back away. I didn’t. Maybe I should have but I was in such shock over what was happening a bomb could have gone off and I still wouldn’t have moved.
“We’ve been drinking.”
He nodded. I could feel his breath on my cheek. “This is probably a really bad idea.”
“You’re my boss, Jack.” Instantly, I wanted to take the words back because as soon as they came out of my mouth, his hand left my leg like my skin burned him. I shivered as I watched him bite the inside of his cheek.
He took another pull of his beer and set it back down on the bar. The haze left his eyes and he immediately went back to the calm, cool and collected Jack McMillan that I had seen almost every morning and night for the last five years.
I wanted hazy eyed, touchy-feely Jack back but I knew it was too late.
“I should probably make sure you get home safely.”
I looked down at my watch. How could it be almost midnight? I imagined Macy doing a happy dance at the thought of me being out so late with Dean. If only she knew what was really going on.
“Yeah….” It probably was a good idea, but I didn’t want to leave. Finally, after five years of crushing on Jack, he was here in front of me, and for all that I could see, he wanted me. I didn’t want it to end.
His fingers touched mine as he took my half-emptied glass and set it on the bar. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”
He was still too close to me for me to think clearly because at the sound of the word home, an involuntary grin spread across my cheeks. I bit it back quickly, knowing he didn’t mean anything by it, but the tension that was there earlier still lingered.
I simply nodded and stood up, wavering for just a second before I finally found my equilibrium. I held onto the hand that Jack offered and warmth flooded me instantly.
I looked up at him and smiled.
His Adam’s apple dipped as he swallowed and breathed deeply. His white dress shirt flexed across his chest so I could see his muscles practically ripple. It caused my stomach to waver, and not in an unpleasant way at all.
I didn’t like the frown line that appeared between his eyes. “You’ve had too much to drink.”
Probably. Between the wine at dinner and now the vodka tonics I figured I would be sporting quite the hangover in the morning, but I was too proud to admit it to him. Not when he was looking at me so worried.
“I’ll be just fine.”
Jack simply grunted and pulled me towards the door. He opened the door to the silver Mercedes SLK that I had picked out just a few months ago and strapped my seatbelt for me.
“I can do that myself you know.”
