Instead, she'd been noticeably absent during the day, and dealing with a revolving array of people when she was there. She was definitely avoiding him. He only had a few more days before the place reopened, and the rest of the work could be done off premises.
Time to up the ante.
He hadn't been able to stop thinking about the kiss. How many kisses had he experienced in his lifetime? Thousands. Some had ranked higher than others. None had caused his entire insides to shift with a yearning so raw and pure, it shook him to the core. He lay awake at night, reliving each moment and imagining her naked and open under him, begging to be filled, until his cock ached and he was left with only one way to dispel the images for a little while.
He hadn't used his hand in a damn long time.
Yet he didn't feel like taking another woman to bed. It was sexually frustrating, but he needed more than a physical release. He wanted . . . more.
With Raven.
More. The term made little sense because he never figured on a future when it came to sleeping with women, but he was willing to try. If she'd give him an opportunity.
As if answering his thoughts, she strode out of the kitchen, refusing to glance his way. She threw some stuff into a bag and looked around the bar like she was packing up for the night. He walked over, stretching his arms behind his back in an attempt to work out the knots. "Going somewhere?"
She stiffened, then treated him to a polite glance. "Yes. Are you almost finished up here?"
"I'd like to get one more stool done before end of day."
A frown creased her brow. "Fine. I need to run out for a few hours."
"Oh, I'm not comfortable being in your bar without supervision. You should probably stay here with me."
She was kind of adorable when she got mad. Her mouth half opened, then slammed shut. "Excuse me? I've left you alone in the bar before!"
He rocked back on his heels, as if trying to remember. "Yeah, but that was different."
Her face flushed. "How was it different?"
"We were talking then. I felt like you trusted me more. Since we had that kiss-"
"I don't want to talk about the kiss!"
"Okay. Since we had that encounter, you've been all grumpy and mad. Stomping around and glaring at me. I'm afraid if you left me alone, you'd accuse me of doing something and that would mar our business relationship."
"What could I possibly accuse you of doing, Dalton?" She threw her hands up to encompass the deserted bar. "The cash register is empty. The kitchen is shut down. I'll lock the doors behind me. You gonna vandalize my dartboard?"
He shook his head. "You're the one who needs this work done in a short amount of time. I'm telling you I can't finish the last stool unless I have someone with me."
She practically seethed, making her even sexier. "Why don't you finish the stool at your workshop?" she asked reasonably.
"I already have two drying here, and one more to go. If I go back and forth, I'll be losing valuable time, and time is your money."
She glared, frustration simmering in a cloud around her. He wished he could walk over, yank her into his arms, and kiss the mad off her face, but she'd probably chop off his balls for such a move. Another reason he was so nuts about her.
"Fine. I'll babysit you so we can get this work finished and be out of each other's hair. One minute." She grabbed her phone and stomped into the kitchen. Dalton waited, doing a few more stretches and then heading back to his work. If he lingered, maybe he'd have a good hour to force her to converse with him.
God, if his brothers knew how low he'd fallen he'd never live it down. Practically blackmailing a woman for her damn company.
Pathetic.
The structure of the stool had already been cut, and sanded, so he was ready to apply the varnish. Raven came back in a few minutes later, her scent curling around his nostrils in mouthwatering anticipation. He felt like Balin and Gandalf and tried not to sloppily drool.
"Tell me this isn't Menudo."
He refused to blush. He never listened to Menudo if there was anyone around. "Of course not. You should give me some respect."
"For chaining me here to watch you work just because you're getting bored?" she challenged. "I had to reschedule my gym appointment."
"Personal trainer, huh? Some are pretty decent at giving you a workout. Too many have been disappointments. No vision or creativity."
She snorted. "Not my personal trainer. Unfortunately," she muttered.
"Good for you. Anyway, I figured you'd like being in charge of me. Telling me what to do. What not to do. How to do it."
"Is that how you like your women?"
"I like my women to be themselves. I like my women comfortable in their own skin, open to possibilities, and unafraid of who they are. I think too many bend themselves to what they think a man wants, and forget what they want."