“You now have me questioning my whole adult life,” Ken said with little of the shame Lana had told him to have. “How many women have I missed out on kissing because I smoked?”
“You really should question that. All men should.” Only two things turned Lana off to the point she would drop a man like the hot potato he suddenly became. One of those was smoking. The other? She glanced at Ken’s crotch. She couldn’t tell from that angle if he would turn her off or not. “I’m living for the day they make smoking in these places illegal. Maybe some of us good patrons have asthma.”
“Do you have asthma, Ms. Losers?”
She did a double-take at that smirk. “I should hope not.” Would make her eclectic sex life moving forward a lot more difficult to enjoy. A woman couldn’t very well have an asthma attack while getting spit roasted by two fine young gentlemen. Ruined the mood. “Why? Do you?”
“No.”
Lana accepted her fresh martini with a smile. “So where is this business talk you wanted to have?” When Lana had said she was in the mood for only one type of conversation that night, she had been disappointed to hear business. She couldn’t think of anything dourer. What was she? The real estate princess that everyone felt entitled to a piece of? Yes. In three days she would be accepting some trifle award to stick on her résumé. Sure, she worked her ass off to get that award, but she knew its shelf life in getting her on the roster of bigger and better firms was about six months. By that time her replacement (a man, probably) would be making waves along the eastern seaboard. I wanted to either be by myself or flirt tonight. She should’ve had room service sent up and consoled herself with a dirty movie on TV instead of coming down here. “I’m all ears, Mr. Andrews.”
“Well,” he began, distracting himself with a drink instead of answering her directly. He has no idea. He came over here to flirt. That knowledge almost made Lana smile. Ken was an intriguing man that she wanted to get to know better. Did he have a girlfriend? Probably. Men like him were considered catches of the highest order. If he were my boyfriend, I’d lock that shit down. Too bad monogamy sounded about as interesting as getting her toes waxed. Ideally, I’d find a man who thought the same way. “I have it on good authority that you’re interested in ditching Prescott and moving up in the real estate world.”
“Did you hear that from Roger?”
“Possibly.”
Lana laughed. “It’s fine to acknowledge it. We both agree that I need to move on. Works out for him if he can get a fee for my leaving, though.”
“I’m sure.”
The olive popped out of Lana’s glass and into her mouth. She held tightly onto the toothpick while her tongue worked the pit out of its green casement. Right in front of Ken, she pulled the olive from her mouth and spat the pit into her half-empty glass. She wasn’t going to drink that anyway.
The little show had the desired effect on the man next to her. Ken licked his lips without thought and turned his thighs away from Lana’s line of sight. That’s right, Mr. Andrews. Think about me doing that to your cock. Pleased with herself – and not for the first time that day – Lana folded her arms on the bar and bestowed upon him a coy look.
“You came to flirt with me, Mr. Andrews. Let’s not skirt around that.” Any man approaching her after a long day and many drinks in his system was going to have that on his schedule. Flirt with Lana Losers: check. Ken was bold enough to do it, and possibly dumb enough to cover it up with business talk. Too bad for him. Lana vastly preferred it when a man came right out and said he wanted to fuck her. She rarely had time for seduction. “Let’s also not pretend that it wouldn’t become a point of contention should I come work for you at Lois & Bachman. I don’t fuck my bosses, gay or not.” She had a feeling Ken wasn’t gay if he was boldly flirting with her and trying to cover up the hard-on she was giving him. Please. Look at how he’s trying so hard to keep himself together right now. Heat radiated between them. His skin. His breath. His heart pumping all that blood through his body – mostly to his cock. Ah, heat cooking up in here too. What a naughty boy. Lana had to admit, though, she had a particular addiction for how hot a man got beneath the shaft when he was about to erupt. “So what would that mean for my career prospects if I fucked you tonight?”