I can’t answer him. I just sigh when his hand journeys up my bare thigh, under the hem of my brown skirt. When his fingertips brush over my panties, I gasp.
“So responsive,” he whispers. “So damn good.”
I lean my forehead on his shoulder when his finger slips under the elastic and finds me wet and needy.
Just two light brushes over my clit, and I’m trembling. One more, and I’m ready to come apart, right here on my damn desk.
“Don’t come,” he mutters, then pulls away and licks his finger.
“What are you doing?” Blood rushes back to my head, and I see red when Vaughn simply grins in that cocky way he does. “Get back here and finish that.”
“I’ll finish it later,” he says. “I’ll see you at six. As we planned.”
“So, you came all the way downtown just to frustrate me?”
“No, I just wanted to see you. That was a bonus.”
He gives me an arrogant wink, and then he’s out my door, leaving me a throbbing, needy woman who just let a man tease her.
In my own office!
“Oh, hell no,” I mutter, shaking my head as I jump off my desk and straighten my skirt. “I certainly will not be going over there this evening.”
“Honey, I’m home!” Drew calls out from the back door.
“In the living room,” I call back as he comes in, a Vitamin Water in his hand. He sits in the chair across from me. “How was your day?”
“Good.” He sips. “Lots of meetings.”
“Well, you’re an important football coach. Of course, you have a lot of meetings.”
“I’m an offensive line coach for a university,” he reminds me with a shrug. “Not too fancy there. But I like it. Hell, I’m just happy to still be a part of the game.”
Drew played college ball and was good, but not professional-good like our uncle Will. Still, he always knew that he wanted to be involved in the sport, so taking on a coaching job was ideal for him. Someday, he hopes to fulfill his dream of being a professional head coach.
He’ll get there.
“How about you?” he counters. “How was your day?”
“Meh. It was a day. Not too bad, I guess.”
Not until Vaughn showed up and tried to kill me with sexual frustration.
The jerk.
“Do you have plans tonight?” Drew asks. “I think I’m going over to my parents’ house. Dad has a project he needs some help with. Lawnmower or something he’s fixing.”
“My plans fell through, so I think I’ll just be hanging out here.”
My phone starts to ring, and I stare down at it, seeing Vaughn’s name on the readout. I check the time, and it’s 6:01 p.m.
I dismiss the call and turn to Drew.
“Probably just someone trying to sell me a vehicle warranty.”
“They just don’t give up,” he agrees as my phone pings with a text.
Vaughn: Where are you? Call me.
“I’m gonna head out,” Drew says. “I’ll see you later, cuz.”
“Tell Uncle Caleb and Aunt Brynna hi for me.”
“Will do.”
He walks out, and my phone rings with another call. This time, it’s a number I don’t recognize.
“Are you seriously calling me from another number? Can’t you just take a hint?”
There’s a moment of silence.
“Is this Olivia?”
That’s not Vaughn’s voice. I squeeze my eyes closed and think: Shit.
“Yes, this is she.”
“Great. Hi, it’s Adam.”
I blink in surprise. “Adam? This is unexpected.”
“I know, and I hope you won’t hold it against me for getting your number from my assistant. Look, I won’t play games here, okay? I think you’re a smart, beautiful woman, and I’d love to take you out to dinner.”
“Tonight?”
“If you’re free,” Adam confirms. “Or any night, really.”
I bite my lip, considering. Before I can think any more about it, I say, “Sure. I’d love to. Tonight works for me, actually. Where should I meet you?”
He suggests a restaurant downtown that I know, and I hang up to go get ready. All I have to do is freshen my makeup and change into jeans and a green sweater.
My phone pings with another text.
Vaughn: What the hell, Liv?
Sure, the adult thing to do would be to text him back, but I’m completely annoyed with him and would probably say something snide. I’d rather just ignore him. In fact, I turn the phone off altogether and drop it into my purse.
I’d leave it at home, but that’s not smart. I should have it with me in case of an emergency.
The drive back into the city isn’t too bad, and when I approach the door of the restaurant, I see Adam standing on the sidewalk, waiting for me.
“Hey,” I say and see his face transform into a wide smile when he sees me. Adam takes my hand and leans in to kiss my cheek.
“You’re a vision,” he says. “Thanks for meeting me.”
“Thanks for the invitation.”
“I hope you’re hungry.”
“I’m starving. And I love Mexican food, so this is perfect.”