Billionaire Bad Boy(16)

"So why are you asking me such a silly question? You wasted a perfectly good opportunity to ask me something personal."

"Did I?" He shrugged again. He'd got her shackles up, that was for sure, but she wasn't going to admit it. He decided to leave it alone. It was obvious that Bob was right when he said she probably became an agent because of her father. Some part of him just wished she'd admit it. He didn't know why.

"Let's change the subject," he said quickly, not wanting the evening to deteriorate further.

"Good idea."

"What do you want to drink now?"

"Aren't we having another beer?"

"You've barely touched yours. I figured you didn't like it."

"Okay, but you choose."

"What do you usually drink?"

"Wine."

He shook his head. "Nope, too boring."

She groaned. "You sound like Dug-E."

"Don't even say that in jest, Annie. Two bourbons," he said to the barman.

The bourbons arrived and Annie picked up her glass, sniffed and screwed up her nose. "That's disgusting." 

"You're not supposed to smell it. Drink it."

She took a sip but the reaction was the same.

"Guess bourbon isn't your drink either." Watching her struggle with the bourbon, Zack began to think nothing would be to her liking. "Do you drink at all?"

"Of course I do. Every night at home after work, and sometimes on Saturdays with friends."

"A glass of wine doesn't count."

She scowled.

He ordered a vodka and lemon. She had to like that-all women did.

She sipped. "It tastes like lemonade. I like it."

"Good. Now, I think you need to learn some bar etiquette."

"There's etiquette?"

"Of course there's bar etiquette. Starting with buying rounds for your friends."

"You're only saying that because you've been paying for all these."

He grinned. "Okay, you got me. But you should learn some other tricks of the trade." He leaned over and undid the top button of her white blouse. Her face turned a brilliant rose. "Better."

"Not from where I'm sitting."

"When you're talking to a man, lean forward seductively so he can see down your shirt."

"If we weren't in public I'd slap you right now."

"And sit as if you own this place."

She wrinkled her brow. "How do I do that?"

"Straighten you back, survey the room with disdain and look as casual as possible, no matter how drunk you get."

"Easier said than done." But she tried it anyway, glancing quickly around the room, then again, slower, with her nose in the air. A very cute nose, he noticed.

"Not bad. Do you smoke?"

"No. It's a disgusting habit."

"True, but it would help your image. Think about taking it up in the next few days."

She cocked an eyebrow at him. Cheeky, he thought. He liked that.

"Why are you teaching me all this stuff when Dug-E's too young to drink in a bar anyway?"

Good point, but he wasn't going to tell her that part had slipped his mind. He'd got carried away by his task, forgetting their objective. "Because drinking will give you respectability at parties, and Dug-E will pick up on that. Besides, the kid can probably drink you under the table. I could at his age."

She stood suddenly. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"Already? You've only had one drink and a few sips of beer and bourbon."

"Hey," she said over her shoulder as she walked off, "a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." She flashed a cheeky grin. Not watching where she was going, she bumped into a chair.

Too bad the man in it splashed his beer all over her or she might have got out of the situation with her dignity. As it was, Zack roared with laughter as she attempted to apologize and buy him another beer. In the end, the man settled for pressing a napkin to her br**sts.

Zack halted mid-laugh and stood. Time to intervene.

CHAPTER 6

"Lick, sip, suck."

Zack's words hummed in Annie's brain as she licked the salt off the fleshy part between her finger and thumb, swallowed the shot of Tequila and sucked on the lemon wedge he held out for her.

An image of herself sucking his fingers instead made her giggle.

"What's so funny?" Wow, his voice was so deep and sultry it rumbled in her chest.

"Me. You. Um, this. This Tequila's yummy. I love it. Especially the sucking part." She winked at him.

His eyes narrowed. "I thought you said you'd had it before."





 

 
"Oh yeah, I did didn't I."

"Annie," he scolded. "Don't lie to me about this, it's not going to make you cooler. If you're feeling tipsy, I want to know before we go any further."