“He’s here.”
“You want me to leave?” Meghan offered, suddenly looking nervous.
Emily grabbed her friend’s hand. “Please don’t. Make me show some restraint, because when I look at that man, I just want to rip his clothes off with my teeth.”
Meghan looked toward him and groaned. “Emily, a lot of women want to rip that man’s clothes off with their teeth when they look at him. No offense, but he’s easy on the eyes to say the least.”
He was easy on the eyes. Clothed and unclothed.
She sighed. “What am I going to do?”
“What do you want to do?”
“I’ve already told you what I want to do. That’s the problem.”
Meghan grinned, then made a chomping motion.
Emily rolled her eyes but smiled at her friend.
“Why not? Obviously, he’s good at what he does. Just so long as you stay in control and remember that he’s bad for you regarding anything but physical gratification, why not use him for good sex?”
Why not indeed?
Other than that she’d never been the kind of girl to have sex just for the sake of sex.
Well, not until now.
Now that was exactly what she had been doing, right? No matter what lay in the recesses of her heart, she knew she and Lucas had no future. Yet she’d had sex with him the past two nights. She’d have a torrid affair with her ex-husband, let him rock her world, then she’d send his butt home night after night because to allow him to stay would change the dynamics of their relationship. She’d keep everything neatly within the physical rather than the emotional.
“Hello, Dr. Cain,” Meghan greeted as he joined their table. She motioned to one of the tall bar chairs next to the table. “Have a seat.”
CHAPTER TEN
LUCAS PULLED UP a chair to Emily and Meghan’s table. Both women stared at him in a way that made him wonder if he had something stuck between his teeth or had developed a huge zit on the end of his nose.
First running his hand across his face, just in case, he motioned to the bartender and ordered a cold one.
When he turned back, both women were still staring.
“Am I missing something?”
“What makes you ask that?” Emily asked, taking a drink from the glass she held.
“You two are making me nervous.”
“Who—us?” Meghan hooked her arm with Emily’s, then laughed. “Then again, we get that a lot.” She winked at Emily. “That we make men nervous.”
Emily snorted. “Yep. All the time. Every time we come here, in fact.”
He took in the two friends. Meghan was a pretty woman, but Emily was beautiful. So much so that just looking at her made his heart hiccup.
“Two beautiful women, I’d say you do make men nervous,” he agreed.
“But not you?” Emily asked, watching him over the rim of her glass.
She made him nervous as hell. He knew the devastation this woman could cause in his life. The devastation of wanting so desperately to make her happy and not being able to.
“Should I be nervous?”