Deal Makers (Dealing with Love 3)

“Brody, can I borrow you for a minute?” his girlfriend, Rainey, interrupts. “You don’t mind, do you, Charlee?”

“Not at all.” I wink, silently thanking her for saving me from his overprotective bullshit.

The tension in his body immediately dissipates when she leans into him and whispers in his ear. As much as my brother is grating on my nerves right now, it’s nice seeing him like this. Prior to Rainey, he was the very definition of a playboy. She turned his world upside down and he couldn’t be happier about it. Those two are living proof that the right partner can bring out the best version of yourself.

I wait until they’re out of sight before making my move. Drew is sitting at the bar across the room with his back turned, so he doesn’t notice me until I take a seat on the stool next to him.

I trail my finger along his thick forearm. “Feel like buying me a drink?”

I don’t miss the way his beefy muscles flex as I touch him. He’s taken off his suit jacket so they’re definitely more noticeable through his pale green dress shirt.

He clears his throat as he turns toward me. “Sure. What are you having?”

“How about an Old Fashioned?”

He nods and places my order with the bartender.

Drew’s eyes twinkle in amusement as I grab the glass in front of him and take a sip. “So, Drew, why are you hanging out all by your lonesome?”

He takes the whiskey back from me as the barkeep delivers my order. “Just felt like getting a drink.”

I smirk as I gesture to the private room behind us, where the engagement party is being held. “The drinks are free in there.”

“Maybe I wanted some air.”

I nod in mock agreement. “That makes sense...if there was an open door or window anywhere close.”

He chuckles. “What are you getting at, Charlee?”

I smile. “Why are you constantly running away from me, Drew?”

“What?” he chokes out. “I don’t run away from you.”

“Um...yeah, I’m gonna call bullshit on that.” I gesture between our bodies. “Why are you fighting this?”

“Fighting what?”

“How much you want to bang me.” I wink.

He chokes on the sip he was taking and spits the amber liquid back into the glass. “What makes you think that?”

I cross my legs, allowing the tip of my stiletto to accidentally graze his shin. “Besides the fact that you perpetually have a boner around me?” I pointedly eye his crotch.

He follows my gaze, smirking as he discreetly adjusts said boner. “How do you know that?”

“Really?” I challenge. “So that third leg of yours is always rock hard, just because? That must get awfully uncomfortable.”

He laughs. “No, I meant how do you know I’m hard for you?”

“Because your dick jumps whenever you look at my boobs.”

“Because they’re boobs,” he argues.

I squeeze said boobs with my arms, pressing them together. “Don’t pretend you wouldn’t love to suck on them, Drew. Lick them. Slide your dick between them. Not just any boobs. My boobs.”

He does this weird half-laugh, half-groan thing. “Jesus Christ, you and Brody are definitely related.”

“Quit trying to change the subject,” I scold. “Back to my boobs and all the things you’d like to do with them.”