Five

LILAH

“Please tell me you’re going to call him!” Charli erupts as I finish the long-winded recap of my day.

The waterfront bar I chose is teeming with people despite it being a Monday night. The summer air is warm, pulling people who would usually stay home out for a night of fun. Loud music is blaring as people dance and chat.

Charli and I are seated in a far back corner, as secluded as we can possibly get in a place like this.

She can find no fault in what I told her about Andrew and looks positively thrilled at the prospect of me “climbing him like a tree” as she so eloquently put it.

I can’t even pretend like that’s not exactly what I want. My stomach is quivering as I recall the way his eyes pierced me with their focused intent. He didn’t have to say a word and still I melted like the ice at the bottom of my glass.

“Fuck your uptight new boss,” Charli declares loyally, her amber eyes defiant on my behalf. “I say you screw Andrew’s brains out and ask him for the donation instead. It’s not like he can’t afford it.”

Uncontrollable laughter bubbles out of me at her bold suggestion.

“Girl, I’m serious,” she deadpans, shoving her overgrown bangs from her face. “Let him eat your cookie at least.”

My shoulders are shaking by now, my right hand clasped over my chest. This is exactly why I called her up. In six years of friendship, Charli’s never failed to make me laugh by saying exactly what I’m thinking.

We met during our senior year of college and have been hanging tight ever since. She’s the only reason I’m in this town in the first place. After graduation, she landed me a job interview with the principal who hired her and the rest is history.

“Hell, one of us should have a fun summer break before we return to Harper’s View Elementary,” she says.

Sliding her an indolent smile from across the table, I wait for her to continue. Because I just know she’s not done. Charli is never done.

“You know I’m right.” She twists a lock of her curly ebony hair around her finger. “When school starts, neither one of us will have energy to do anything but drink cheap wine in our yoga pants after work.”

Ain’t that the truth?

As convincing as she is, I still know that I can’t go there. My “career” at Castle is too new and way too fragile to add in other complications at the moment. Especially those of the finger-licking sexual variety.

Besides, nothing will distract me from my goal. I’ll just have to call on my willpower to get me through these next three months.

Forget the fact that I haven’t been touched in two years. I’m desperately craving a release that isn’t self-induced with the help of my trusty vibrator, Ronaldo.

Yes, I named my vibrator. The two of us spend quite a lot of time together, so it was only right. Speaking of which, I’ve got a feeling I’ll need to swing by Walgreen’s and stock up on some batteries on my way home.

“Besides, what woman wouldn’t want to be able to say she screwed one of the richest guys on the east coast? The Knights are loaded.”

Charli is still prattling on and on about how easy my decision should be when an overly perky waitress appears at our table holding a plate with two cupcakes resting at the center.

“Enjoy, ladies,” she says, smiling brightly before scurrying off.

Confused, I raise an eyebrow and wait for my friend to explain.

Grabbing one of the cupcakes, Charli smiles deviously at me.

“We never got a chance to celebrate your new job!” she says excitedly.

Rolling my eyes, I look at her and I know my stare is asking her the question that I haven’t voiced.

Is she serious right now?

“It’s not a real job, Charli.” It’s just a stupid hoop I have to jump through to convince one rich man I’m worthy of his investment by convincing rich people to trust me with their wealth.

When I think of it like that, maybe it is a job…

Instantly, I have to check myself. I can’t think of this as a burden when it’s laying the groundwork for me to achieve my dreams. I’ve wanted this for years and it’s worth jumping through a million hoops if I can help at least one child.

“Well, I say it calls for a celebration. So cheers!” she exclaims, holding up her cupcake and waiting for me to return the gesture.

Fighting a smile, I lift the dessert and barely touch it against hers while I mutter the word, “Cheers.”

She starts carrying on about something again, but her words are suddenly falling on deaf ears. This cupcake is incredible, considering it was made in a bar that serves lukewarm beer and mediocre appetizers.

“I didn’t know they served cupcakes,” I remark, greedily licking the icing from the top. It’s sinfully sweet and I swear my eyes roll back while I savor the delectable treat.

Charli just laughs at me while I continue to devour the miniature confection.

“Why haven’t we been ordering this all along? Who fucking knew?” I say, peeling down the cupcake holder and sinking my teeth into the side of it.

Groaning, I close my eyes and chew slowly, not ready for the experience to end.

“Don’t look now,” Charli says, disrupting my trance, “but there’s a guy near the bar who can’t take his eyes off you.”

Before I have a chance to take a peek, she gasps and I feel the warmth of someone’s presence near my shoulder.

“Oh my,” Charli’s eyes widen and I’m at a loss until the figure comes to a stop beside our table.

Before anything else, forearms covered in thick muscles and tattoos fill my line of vision. Then my gaze trails upward until I’m staring Andrew Knight in the face.

What the hell is Andrew doing in a bar like this? He doesn’t look out of place by any means, but it still seems beneath him.

Twinkling eyes regard me as he gives me a mischievous smirk.

Jesus, the man is scrumptious.

And he’s looking better now than he did at the office today.

“Evening, Lilah. Introduce me to your friend,” he commands. His eyes never leave me as I stammer through the introductions.

Charli then excuses herself for the bathroom, deserting me to deal with this mountain of a man. And I’ll be damned, but I want to climb him, exploring every last inch.

“I never knew it was possible to be jealous of an inanimate object until tonight, Lilah.”

“What are you talking about?” My voice has grown raspy and breathless.

Andrew stuffs one hand in his pocket as the other one rubs his bottom lip, drawing my attention to its fullness.

Damn him!

His scent is rich and woodsy. I immediately try to place it. Sandalwood?

Andrew glares at the plate in front of me which holds the remnants of my cupcake and I suddenly get it. I’d definitely put on one of hell of show. Not that I knew he was watching.

“Was it as good as you made it look?” He looks all too interested in the answer and a wave of triumph assails me.

He’s affected by this crazy intense attraction between us, too. Good.

Teasingly, I scoop up the rest of my dessert and extend it in his direction. Dark blue orbs flicker dangerously. Then he takes it from me and wraps his strong fingers around my wrist. His grip is strong but not forceful. Pulling my hand to his face, he whispers something lowly and despite the ruckus in the bar I can hear him loud and clear.

“Don’t tempt me, Lilah.”

Then his hot tongue is licking the icing from my fingertips as I stare, transfixed by what’s happening. I feel like a spectator watching myself experience it all in slow motion. He finishes with a kiss to the center of my palm before turning to leave.