“Why?” I repeat back as I tap a finger on my phone’s screen. “I live there, so that’s where I go at the end of the day.”
He laughs. It’s not a muted chuckle. It’s full-on throwing-his-head-back-laughter.
I look back to my phone as the laughter fades.
“Kate said she wouldn’t be meeting you there for an hour,” he points out. “You have time for a drink.”
“I appreciate the offer, but I should go.” I shake my phone in the air in exasperation. “Dammit.”
“What’s wrong?” He leans closer to me.
“The battery must have died. I forgot to charge it earlier.” I push back from the table, suddenly feeling as though there’s not enough air in the room. “I need to get an Uber.”
He’s on his feet before I am, his hand resting on the back of my chair. “I’ll call the car service I use. They’ll send a driver right over for us.”
“Us?” I parrot back, blowing out a deep breath. I reach for my bag and toss my useless phone inside. “I can get home on my own. I’ll flag down a cab outside.”
I start toward the door, aware that’s he’s on my heel.
“Olivia, wait,” he calls as my hand hits handle of the door. “You forgot your coat.”
Of course I did. I’m flustered from seeing him tonight and his suggestion to share a ride.
I don’t know if the man thinks I’ll invite him
up to my apartment. He knows that I’m expecting Kate soon so unless he fucks fast, he’s not trying to get into my panties.
He strikes me as the kind of man that takes his time in bed.
Jesus, Olivia, get a grip.
I turn and take the coat when he shoves it into my hands. “Thank you.”
“Let me get a cab for you.” When he reaches to open the pub’s door, his arm brushes the side of my breast.
We both look down. I almost groan aloud at the sight of my pebbled nipples under my blouse. I should make up an excuse about catching a draft from the doorway, but ignoring the fact that I’m feeling a rush of desire is the route I’m going to take.
I stay silent.
He clears his throat. “Let me help you with that.”
“With what?” My voice is high-pitched. I raise my coat until it’s covering my blouse.
“This.” He tugs the coat from my grasp and holds it out, waiting for me to slip into it.
I tie the belt before I look up and into his face. He’s studying me carefully. I run my finger along my bottom lip, hoping that a piece of food isn’t lingering there.
His eyes follow the path of my finger.
I drop my hand immediately and glance out the door. “I’ll get that cab now.”
“Allow me,” he says in that sexy baritone voice.
I don’t argue because there’s no point. He’s already holding the door open, waiting for me to walk through.
I do.
The cool evening air hits me. I tug the collar of my coat up to ward off the chill from the light wind.