“I can buckle myself, you pompous ass.”
He snapped it into place. “This is the hostility I’m talking about, Montana. I’m doing something nice for you, and you act like I’m committing a crime.”
He pulled back and shut the door hard before stalking around the fancy jet-black sports car he’d rented.
Why did he have to be so damn sexy? Even his angry walk was a turn-on.
Broad shoulders and long legs on full display before he slipped into the driver’s seat beside me.
“I wasn’t accusing you of committing a crime. I was telling you that I know how to buckle my own seat belt.”
He didn’t respond as he drove toward the bar just a block and a half away. We should have just walked.
When he pulled into the parking lot, he turned to face me. “I wasn’t trying to piss you off. I didn’t see you reach for your belt, and it was just my instinct to buckle it for you.”
Well, that was unexpected.
“Why?” I asked as I reached for the button and tugged my seat belt away.
“Because contrary to what you think, I would like to get you to the Moose Brew in one piece. I look forward to being insulted over the next hour.”
It was hard to be angry at someone for wanting you to be safe, but I kept my tone light. “It’s Blushing. We’re driving one block. I wouldn’t have guessed you to be such a worrier.”
He pushed out of the car and came around to open my door and offered me a hand. “You don’t know anything about me, other than what you’ve decided in your head.”
He let me lead the way inside and held up a hand to Benji when he waved at us. “We’re sitting in the booth,” he said.
“So bossy.” I laughed.
I slipped into the booth, and Benji came around with two menus. “We don’t need those. We’ve only got an hour. We’ll take two steaks, two salads, and a large bottle of sparkling water with some limes.”
“How do you know that I want the steak?”
“Because the night I met you here, you told me that it’s what you always order,” he said, and Benji waited for me to give him a curt nod, because he also knew that’s what I always ordered, and he knew I preferred it to be cooked medium well.
He chuckled and walked away before dropping off a large bottle of sparkling water, along with two glasses and a dish of limes.
“And you know what I drink now?” I said as he unscrewed the top from the bottle and poured it into my glass.
“You said no drinks.”
He made good points, per usual. Which only annoyed me more.
“So why are we here?”
“I am opening the largest hotel in Blushing, and you own the Blushing Bride. We should be working together, not against one another.” He reached for his water and took a sip.
“So you need my business?”
He smirked. Maybe it was the cocky, sexy way that he tilted his lips, or the way his sage green eyes shone that had my legs squeezing together on instinct.
I wasn’t normally a woman who reacted to the opposite sex this way. Probably because I’d been with the same guy for so long that we’d just grown comfortable with one another.
Or it could be that this man just had more sex appeal than any human should be allowed.
Yes. Yes. That’s definitely it.
Once again, I blamed him and his annoying sex appeal for making me feel like a horny, out-of-control teenager every time I was around him.
