Testing The Boss(7)

He shouldn’t be this distracted by her. For the most part, she’d stayed out of his hair all day. Except for popping in one time to ask where the bathroom was, she hadn’t bothered him at all. Even so, Luke found himself hopping on his treadmill three different times to clear his mind, and from the feel of his erection at the moment, the physical exertion hadn’t done much to calm him down.

As though he conjured her up, Evelyn popped her head in his doorway. She leaned her hip against the frame and glanced at the paperwork in front of him. “Are you planning on staying much longer?”

“I was planning on waiting until I got the phone call,” he said.

“I’m thinking it might still be a while.”

“Are you spoiled by government hours—leaving right at five o’clock every day?” Not that Luke enjoyed working late, but he wasn’t about to tell her that.

Evelyn held up her hands. “Hey. I have no problem working late. It’s the not eating part that’s getting to me. I brought some snacks that held me over for lunch, but I was thinking about ordering something in. Any good recommendations?”

See, now if Michael were here, he’d know the best places to order in from. Luke had no clue. If Cali wasn’t there to take care of food orders for him, he’d usually end up leaving and grabbing something on the way back to his place. “I know a bunch of places we can eat out,” he offered. He didn’t want to go to a sit-down restaurant with her, but he didn’t want her to starve either.

Evelyn shook her head. “I’m hungry, but I still have to work out after this and I don’t want a big meal before that.”

“I promise, I’ll tell you everything I learned from this phone call. There’s no reason for you to stick around. I can call you a cab right now to take you to the gym.”

She smiled at him. “You’re not getting away from me that easily, Luke. Just tell me what you want to eat for dinner.”

Hell, Luke didn’t know what he wanted. No, scratch that. He knew exactly what he wanted, and that was the problem. “We should get out of here.” He stood. Get out of the deserted building and onto the crowded streets. He didn’t care where they ate, as long as it wasn’t quiet or romantic in any way.

“Sure,” said Evelyn. “Let me just grab my things.”

Luke rubbed his temples. He could do this. Just a few more days or weeks and she would be gone. And maybe after a day or two, she would lose whatever strange spell she seemed to have over him.

Without waiting for her, he gathered up his computer, workout bag, and the documents he’d need that night and headed for the elevator. He stood next to the buttons and stared down the hallway.

And then it struck him. He knew exactly why he was so fascinated by the FBI agent. It had been too long since he’d gotten laid. Ever since Emma had almost been murdered, he’d been too distracted from his usual pursuits. Of course the smoking hot Evelyn Price would be constantly starring in his R-rated fantasies. As soon as he could ditch her tonight, he’d dial up one of his exes. There were a few he’d parted with on good terms, and as long as they were still single, most of his past flames were up for a few more orgasms.

And Luke swore to himself that as long as he was with those other women, he wouldn’t imagine Evelyn’s gorgeous fuck-me lips screaming his name once.

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Evelyn thought Luke would immediately usher her into a car to grab some food, but instead he led her around the corner and approached one of the many street vendors lined up along the busy street. Evelyn shook her head emphatically and halted.

Luke smiled over his shoulder. “Come on. This is quick and one brat won’t be enough to keep you from working out.”

“Nope. Hell no. I am not eating a hot dog out of a vendor cart.” She’d done a lot of reckless things in her time at the agency, but she’d never had a death wish.

Luke set a hand in the small of her back and led her closer to the cart with a line of about five customers who apparently had no concern for what they put into their bodies. She stared wide-eyed as the quick working man behind the cart handed out hot dog after hot dog.

“They’re brats,” said Luke as they were the next customers in line.

“Is that better somehow?” She grimaced as another one of the vile things was sold in front of her.

“Well, it sure tastes better.”

Luke dragged her up to the cart and the man behind the cart beamed down at them. His skin was dark brown from his days standing out in the sun, but his bright grin and frenetic energy showed that even though he was in the midst of the dinner rush, he wasn’t close to being tired. “Luke! Long time no see! Who’s this pretty lady?”