“No. I’m working all night ‘til two. I won’t be having any fun tonight.” She pouted at him. He reached out, running his finger across her lips. Emily had every intention of pulling away. The jolt of awareness that filled her took her by surprise. He paused for a split second before cupping her cheek. She dropped her gaze to look at his lips. They were firm, and she knew in her core they’d give her so much pleasure.
A moan escaped her even as she tried to keep it locked up inside.
Pull back, Emily.
Instead of pulling back she felt herself getting drawn into his dark depths.
She was leaning over the bar, planning to do she did not know what, when a feminine cough interrupted their moment.
Jerking away she looked up at her friend Dorothy.
“Am I interrupting something?” Dorothy asked.
Emily felt the heat fill her cheeks as she pulled away from him. “No, of course not.” She grabbed the cloth and started wiping down the counter.
“Fucking interrupting on purpose.” Guy started muttering before he walked away.
“Girl, what the hell?” Dorothy’s eyes were wide as she stared at her.
“What? Nothing happened.”
“There was a moment there. You can’t deny there was a moment. I saw it all the way across the fucking bar. You were being drawn in by Guy Jensen, the man-whore when you told me there was no chance. I could have won that bet the other night, but we all stopped.” Dorothy was smiling even as she complained.
Shaking her head, Emily threw the cloth under the counter hating her reaction to the man. Glancing over Dorothy’s shoulder she saw him wrapped around a redhead. He sure moved on faster than anyone she knew.
Nothing happened. Stop being drawn to a man who is so not good to you.
She mentally slapped herself, wishing she didn’t let men who hurt her inside.
“I’m not going to do anything. He touched me and … I don’t know. Something happened, but that’s all, and it won’t be happening again. I can’t let it happen again. I refuse to let it happen.” Emily started filling drinks as she cursed her reaction. The smile on Dorothy’s face slipped.
“Em, are you attracted to Guy?”
Biting her lip, she returned her gaze to the man with his tongue down another woman’s throat. Yes, she was attracted to him, but there was no way she was going to act on it.
“Yeah, I’m attracted to him. Nothing is going to happen about it. I can keep myself in check, and watching him with the redhead right over there is all the cure I need.” Emily shrugged. After Nathan she was not ready to start falling for another bad boy.
“Honey, please, don’t fall for him. Guy is great for his friends, and he’s been nice to us, but we all know he’s not the man you’re going to keep.” Dorothy leaned over taking hold of her hand.
Tucking some hair behind her ear that had fallen from her ponytail Emily nodded.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m not going to fall for him. I’m male-free for a long time. Nathan is too, erm, he’s too fresh.”
“Good. Get over Nathan and then start dating the right guys.” Dorothy smiled at her, taking the drinks. “We’ll be keeping an eye on you. Don’t worry. We’ve got your back, so you don’t do anything you regret. However, I’ve got nothing against you wanting Guy. Maybe he can set you on the path to Mister Right.”
“Not going to happen.”
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“Okay, we’re all here for you anyway.”
Nodding, Emily watched her friend go. The bar was buzzing, and she didn’t get a chance to stop and think about her inner feelings.
In no time at all last orders were called, and Tony started pushing people out of the door. Her friends left the bar but promised to wait for her outside. She quickly cleaned everything away. When Tony offered to see her home she declined, telling him about her friends waiting for her.
Once she got outside, she pulled her bag closer to her and found the parking lot clear, apart from Guy who was stood against a lamppost waiting for her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, walking toward him.
“Your friends were more than happy to wait for you, but I promised to be a good boy and wait for you instead. They’ve got work tomorrow, and I can be at my place any time.” He stood tall. The jacket he wore didn’t cover his muscles but seemed to highlight them, showcasing his strength.
“Great. So you’re my security walk home?”
“I’m more than willing in my duties, madam,” he said, bowing down before her.
Emily laughed feeling a glow start to build inside her. “Come on. Take me home.” She hooked her arm through his, and together they walked in the direction of her home.