Things We Never Said (Hart's Boardwalk 3)

I jerked my gaze away, flushing as his crooked, boyish smile flittered across my vision.

I got a distinct impression of broad shoulders and a narrow waist in the plain navy T-shirt he wore.

Thoughts off the hottie, Dahlia, I grumbled to myself. I had a job to do—and a boyfriend.

A boyfriend who knew his way around my clit.

I wouldn’t jeopardize that for anything!

However, as I tried to remain as still as possible, I could feel the guy staring.

And staring.

And more staring.

He couldn’t be. It had to be my imagination.

Ah, screw it. I snuck a peek and stiffened when I saw he was not only watching me, he’d moved closer.

This time I stared back.

Gary was taller but leaner, had dark hair with lovely blue eyes, and visible tattoos. He was from Southie but looked like a pretty-boy rock star.

This guy was rougher around the edges with his dark-blond hair and dark eyes. His face was hard hewn and at total odds with his beautifully shaped mouth.

He smirked as I looked my fill.

I narrowed my eyes.

This guy was not here for the art.

Perv!

Forgetting my job for a second, I grimaced, which seemed to amuse him.

Huffing inwardly, I decided the best thing to do was ignore the hot guy who came for a peep show. That negated the hotness. It really did.

There were other girls here.

Go peep at them!

To be fair, he only seemed to ogle my face … but I knew when I wasn’t looking, like now, he was studying me elsewhere.

That wasn’t flattering. It was creepy and annoying.

I’m a living piece of art, dipshit, not window dressing in Amsterdam!

Oh, who was I kidding? Even the so-called “art enthusiasts” had come here to see the almost naked people. That’s why the gallery did it.

Still, at least everyone else pretended to be interested in the art.

Growing increasingly irritated—and I didn’t know if it was because my heart was inexplicably racing at his intense staring—I returned my attention to Mr. Hottie with the staring problem.

Yup. Still there. Still looking at me.

And now in this seriously smokin’ smoldering way that made more than my heart beat fast. I felt a flip low in my belly as our eyes connected and shock floored me at the consequent heat between my legs.

What the hell!