Down London Road (On Dublin Street #2)(29)

Her eyes dimmed a little, any air of teasing between us dying out immediately. 'My worry, Jo, is that you're not happy either.'

For a moment, I felt breathless again. I stared over her shoulder at the wall where our shift schedule for the week was pinned to a notice board surrounded by staff memos, cocktail recipes and contact numbers. When I could breathe again, I dragged my gaze back to hers. 'I know that Malcolm will make me happy.' 

She threw me a look that clearly screamed, Are you serious? 'How lukewarm of you. You've been together for over three months. I think you'd know by now whether or not you're in love with him.'

I slammed my locker shut, preparing to go into the bar for opening. I thought about today in the changing room at Harvey Nichols and found myself getting defensive. 'Look, not all relationships are like you and Braden, or Ellie and Adam. They aren't all passionate sex and absolute adoration. Sometimes it's slow and secure and warm. That doesn't make it any less meaningful.'

Joss passed me, her nose wrinkled with irritation. 'Slow, secure and warm? We're not talking about an old guy in a Zimmer with a lap blanket. We're talking about sex and love.'

'Who's talking about sex and love?' Cam's deep, raspy voice tugged at my lower belly.

As I stepped behind the bar, I couldn't look at him.

I had hoped those last few times in his company were a complete anomaly, but it was clear they weren't  –  my body seemed to vibrate and come to life around him, and I was beginning to feel guilty about my attraction towards him.

'Jo and I were,' Joss answered, her voice still gruff with frustration. She leaned back against the bar and stared at me, her expression unreadable in the dim light.

Cam raised an eyebrow, shooting me an equally unfathomable look. 'Trouble in paradise?'

Since he hadn't asked me with a sneer in his voice this time, I shook my head and deigned to answer him. 'No, we're fine. Joss is just having "a moment".'

She grumbled under her breath, but customers started trickling in, and then pouring in, and soon we were too busy to have much of a conversation.

For the first two hours, I somehow miraculously managed to avoid Cam's end of the bar. I worked at the opposite end and Joss worked in the middle. I chatted sporadically with her about nonsense anytime we were close enough to hear each other over the music. Braden, Ellie and Adam came in and took their usual table directly across from us so that Braden and Joss could screw each other with their eyes. I, on the other hand, did a good job of pretending that my entire body wasn't aware of every single move Cam made, of every wicked smile he flashed at an attractive customer, at the way his jeans cupped his bite-worthy ass every time he bent over for something, or that when he reached up for a new bottle of Jack Daniel's his T-shirt rode up to show a slab of taut abs.

It was just pure muscle under there.

I wondered what it would be like to have him stretched out naked on a bed, his hard body and golden skin laid out for me to savour. I would start with the sexy V cut of his hips, licking along the definition, pressing wet kisses up his sculpted torso, then flick his nipples and feel him harden against me  –

'Jo!'

I jolted out of my daydream, spilling the fresh orange juice I'd just taken out of the fridge. I gaped at Joss, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

She was gazing at me with a quizzical smile. 'You were gone for a minute there. Where did you go?'

The red in my cheeks deepened and I cast a quick look at Cam, who was busy serving a customer. I was thankful for the low lighting that hid my cherry red cheeks, but unfortunately Joss must have caught the embarrassment in my eyes and the quick, not so surreptitious look I'd shot Cam. She glanced down the bar at him and then back at me. 'Oh, okay.' She grinned.

I groaned inwardly and turned back to serve my customer her Alabama Slammer.



       
         
       
        

Two minutes later the crowd around the bar started to wane. I was readying myself to be teased mercilessly by Joss when I heard her swear under her breath.

Snapping my eyes over at her, I saw the clench to her jaw and followed her narrow-eyed gaze across the bar. A curvy brunette had taken a seat next to Braden and engaged him in conversation. Braden didn't look like he was being anything but polite, but the brunette was sitting awfully close to him. My eyes met Ellie's and she threw me an 'uh-oh' look.

Joss was too classy to get into a bitch fight, especially with someone who was just sitting a little too close to her boyfriend. The girl would have to  –

Oh, no. The brunette's hand had landed on Braden's thigh.

'Be back in a second,' Joss muttered furiously as she passed me.