"She has. And you've done an amazing job too you know." I kiss her cheek before I let her go, thankful for all her decorating input. Everything looks freaking amazing because of her. Her design skills and expertise were just what I needed to ensure the grounds and the interiors looked modern yet stayed true to the authenticity of the winery in times past.
"I'm so glad you like it." She smiles, then notices Marina and Gage waiting in line. "I'll be right back. I want to talk to Marina."
Archer and I watch her go before Archer turns to me, a knowing smile on his smug-as-hell face. "Been diddling the help yet?"
Unease slips down my spine. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Ah, don't pretend with me. I know your assistant has the hots for you, and I hear the feeling's mutual." Archer takes a sip from his glass. "Ivy talks. Her and your Miss James have become awfully close."
"What did Ivy tell you?" No way did Bryn tell Ivy about what happened a few nights ago, when I kissed her then pushed her away.
"Not a whole hell of a lot. Just that the two of you have been circling around each other in the office for far too long and that Bryn finally got herself a new wardrobe and some courage. I hear the dress she's wearing tonight is a plan to knock you completely on your ass with lust for her," Archer warns.
I swallow hard. Great. So she's going to be wearing a dress that makes her look like utter perfection? I can withstand that. No problem.
Shit, I hope I can.
She hadn't worn an uninspired beige outfit earlier today, and I was thankful for it, though she impressed me so damn much I probably wouldn't have even noticed. She'd shown up dressed to perfection in a fitted deep purple dress, her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail that wasn't so severe as her usual hairstyle. She'd looked beautiful. Assured and elegant, she was a fine representative of the DeLuca Winery.
"She's my assistant, nothing else," I tell Archer, needing to convince myself as well. "I know you've seen the pictures of when she got the makeover and you've given me endless shit, but I can't do anything about it. She works for me. I won't risk anything between us for fear it could go horribly wrong in an instant. She could turn against me and ruin my ass. Get me on sexual harassment charges or whatever."
"Oh, I get it. Tell that to Ivy though, since she's still hell bent on getting the two of you together," Archer says, his gaze roaming lazily over the crowd much as mine had only a few moments ago. "Hey, isn't that her? Your Bryn?"
I jerk my gaze to where Archer's staring, and I do a double take, my eyes widening when I see her.
Damn, she's . . . unbelievably gorgeous. I thought she was hot when she showed up in that black printed dress on Monday but right now, she's just f**king beautiful. There are no other words for it.
"That's her," I say, watching as she walks the far parameter of the courtyard, her head turning this way and that as she seemingly takes everything in. A small smile curves her plum-colored lips and she pushes her long, inky colored hair over her shoulder, stopping to talk to someone, laughing at whatever he said before she pats the man on the shoulder and keeps moving.
Jealousy moves through me, and I tell myself to knock it off. She can look at and talk to other people, especially if we're not together. Hell, even if we were together, I have no right to tell her what to do or who she talks to.
But I'd like that right. I sound like a complete Neanderthal but damn it, I want Bryn to be mine.
Still.
"She's a f**king looker man," Archer utters. "I'd get it if you gave up the million bucks for a piece of that."
Fury burns through my blood, and I glare at Archer. "Don't talk about her like that, you bastard. You could at least show the woman some respect," I tell him, my voice like steel.
"Ah, don't get your panties all twisted," Archer says, smiling as he shakes his head. "I love how caveman we all get when we're with the women we love."
"I never said I was in love with Bryn." I've worked with her for six months and have only just noticed her as a woman, though her scent has been driving me crazy pretty much since day one. But there's absolutely no way I'm in love with her. It's way too freaking soon for that.
I can't deny that I'm attracted to her though. Ever since that kiss, I can't stop remembering what she tastes like-how she felt in my arms.
"Yeah, well you're looking at her like you want to lick her from head to toe." Archer laughs when I glare at him. He cut too close to the truth. "See? You like her, DeLuca. It's okay. You can admit it. And as soon as the two of you fall into bed together, make sure you let us know so we can rescind the bet and let it die a happy, empty death."