Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(26)

“It’s the big kahuna.” I rolled my eyes.

“Right. Well, I just came to meet our new chief legal. I invited her to come check out the marketing department so I can introduce her to everyone.”

“She’s on a ninety-day trial period. I don’t know that I’d go introducing her to everyone in the office just yet.” I raised a brow, and my gaze locked with hers as she shot me one of her infamous glares.

“Dad said she’s all but got the job, pending your trip went well. And Dilly tells me things went great.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. He was already giving her a nickname, too.

“It’s yet to be decided. Don’t you have some work to do?”

“Not really. It’s kind of a cushy job, if you know what I’m saying. Dad wants me to learn the ropes, so I’m just sort of overseeing things. How about we go grab a coffee, and I’ll show you around, Dilly?” He pushed to his feet, and my hands fisted at my sides.

“I’d like that. Thank you so much, Seb.”

So, she had a nickname for him, as well.

Fucking fabulous.

“Well, I was just coming to remind you about our lunch today. Gallan will meet us downstairs a little before noon.”

“Yep. I got the memo, boss. Thanks for the reminder. See you later.” And she sauntered past me.

I stood there, watching them walk down the hall, chatting nonstop as my brother flirted his ass off.

I groaned and made my way back to my office.

I buried myself in work for the next few hours until my assistant, Tawny, stood in the doorway and told me it was time for my meeting.

“Shit. All right, thank you. Is Miss Thomas ready?”

“Yes. I just saw her get on the elevator to head downstairs.”

I nodded and made my way to the elevators and down to the waiting car. Gallan stood at the door that he was just closing and pulled it open.

I climbed inside.

“Hey,” I grumped. “How was your morning?”

“Fine. I worked on a few things that Roger requested of me and met everyone in the advertising department.”

“Oh, yes. You and Seb seemed awfully cozy.”

She narrowed her gaze. “I thought we were losing the attitude?”

“I said for you to lose the attitude, not me.”

She rolled her eyes as we came to a stop in front of the restaurant. We were led to the table near the windows, and my father sent a text that he and Roger would be fifteen minutes late. We ordered sparkling water and sat in silence as conversation buzzed around us. This was an upscale downtown restaurant that was always packed.

She was clearly still pissed about what happened when I’d dropped her off at her apartment. When I’d nearly crossed the line. She’d practically thrown me out of the place, and thank god, because I didn’t have the restraint to leave on my own.

“I—er—I wanted to…” I started to speak and stopped when I looked up.

Dylan sucked in a breath, which caught my attention, and her eyes were wide as she looked past my shoulder.

“Hey. Don’t ask questions. Just follow my lead, and I’ll explain later,” she said, and there was a bit of desperation in her voice, which was unexpected coming from her.

Her hand was on mine, and she moved her chair closer. Her head fell back in laughter, which was clearly fake since we weren’t even speaking, and then she nuzzled her face into my neck.

Her soft lips teased the sensitive area beneath my ear.

Fuck me.

This girl turned me on in ways I didn’t know possible. My hand wrapped around her shoulder on instinct before tangling into her silky hair as I breathed her in.

“Dylan. What are you doing here?” The deep voice startled me.

Her head pulled back, and her fingers intertwined with mine and settled on the table, a distinct move to make sure he saw that we were together.

The dude had to be in his forties, his silver hair a dead giveaway. He wore an expensive suit, and his eyes were drilling into her.

I didn’t fucking like it.

She didn’t say hello, and her voice was laced with anger. “I’m here with my boyfriend. Why don’t you go find your table and move along.”

Shots fired.

Damn. I’d seen this girl angry before, but this was next level.

“How long have you two been seeing each other?” he asked, and his jaw ticked, his hands fisting at his sides. I was trained to notice body posture and emotional responses during confrontation. This dude was ready to lose his shit.

Not on my fucking watch.

“I believe my girlfriend asked you to step away. I can either remove you myself, or you can choose not to make a scene and walk the fuck away.”

Dylan’s hand squeezed mine.

“Yeah, man. Not a problem. Just surprised to see you, Dylan, that’s all. I’ve tried calling several times, and you’ve clearly blocked me.”

What the fuck was happening?

She leaned into me again and nibbled on my earlobe, which nearly made me come undone right here at the table in front of this dickhead, who was seething as he watched us.

He finally got the hint, and I followed his movements as he walked to the back of the restaurant. He was sitting with a group of men, and he had his back to us. He turned around once, and his gaze locked with mine.