I smile behind my glass and shrug, taking another sip. “What? I’m just making conversation about my clothing.”
Or lack of it.
Turner shifts in his chair like it’s personally betrayed him. “Right. So, uh… hockey.”
I arch a brow, amused. “Are we talking about it or trying to use it as a distraction?”
He clears his throat. “Talking about it. I'm a professional athlete. I can talk about work.”
I bite back a grin. “Oh yeah? What position do you play again?”
His jaw tightens. “Youknowwhat position I play.”
I tap my chin. “Do I?”
He is so sexy when he’s irritated, leaning back on the stool as if he’s trying to put space between us.It’s not working. His legs are spread, one knee is bouncing, and I’m practicing all my self-control not to let my eyes stray to the center of his thighs.
“I hit hard,” he says, voice low and rough. “I like control.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re a teddy bear.”
Always so gentle with me. And sweet.
It’s been part of his charm and what I find so irresistible. On the other hand, he fucks hard. Goes down on me like it’s his job, and briefly I let my eyes close as I remember the last time his head was between my legs and his mouth?—
“Teddy bear?”
I clear my throat. “I mean… with your words. You say nice things. Compliment my brain. Offer me bites of your dessert.”
He smirks, slow and lethal. “But?”
“But,” I sigh, setting down my wine glass carefully. “Maybe you’re right. You’re not exactly soft when you’ve got my legs overyour shoulders and your face buried between them.” Licking. Sucking.
Ugh!
“So work is good?” I shift again, like that’ll help. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.
“Yup. How ‘bout you? How’s the new job treating you?”
My dress slides higher on my thighs. His eyes flick down. Snap back up.
Focus, Poppy.
“The new job isgreat.” I’m unable to remember a single task I’ve done in the last week that didn’t involve fantasizing about this man in very specific and sexual ways. “I have a corner office. A coffee machine. Benefits. Bagels—it’s very adult-like.”
Turner nods, expression neutral. “That’s awesome.”
We stare at each other.
Neither one of us is thinking about work.
I swirl the ice in my glass. “Not to brag but I put wallpaper up in my office.”
I love office supplies, paper, and highlighter pens, even though I have no actual need for them most days. Who doesn’t?! Seriously. Give me a tape dispenser every day of the week and I’m in heaven.
“Yesterday I ordered a gold stapler and gold scissors,” I add, like it’s a personal triumph. “Very classy. Very executive.”
Turner’s lips twitch. “Have you always had a thing for tools?”
