Blame It on the Bikini(11)

‘You can’t sit there studying. This is a bar, not a library,’ he grumbled. ‘It’s not the right look.’

It was the last thing she needed—her control-freak, this-place-must-maintain-its-cool-image boss coming down on her.

‘It’s my break—surely I can read?’ She looked up at him. Didn’t he get how desperate she was?

‘Not there, you can’t,’ Drew informed her coolly.

To her horror, tears were a mere blink away. She shut her laptop and stood. Swatting up screeds of legalese in the dark alley outside didn’t inspire her but if that was what she had to do, she’d do it. It was going to be an all nighter anyway. Followed by the brunch shift at the café tomorrow. How could she have screwed everything up—again?

She walked out past the queue forming at the door and into the night, desperate despite the fact she’d only have a few minutes at most before Drew hunted her out. While the summer sun’s heat still warmed the air, it was now dark. Hooray for the safety torch on her keychain; she’d be able to read the fine-print text on the step at the back entrance of the bar.

‘Big essay?’ Brad had followed her, gazing at the ancient computer in her hand.

She nodded glumly, her stomach knotting again. ‘Due tomorrow and I’ve not done it and I don’t have half the case law I need,’ she confessed.

‘Tomorrow?’

She winced. Did he have to hammer home her incompetence? ‘I need to read up.’ In other words, she needed him to go back inside and keep chatting to those women.

‘How long’s your break?’

‘Twenty minutes.’

‘You can’t possibly concentrate here.’ He frowned at the giant recycling bin into which they threw all the empty bottles. Yeah, the sound of smashing glass was regular and went well with that thudding bass beat coming through the brick walls of the converted warehouse.

‘I can concentrate anywhere.’ If she had the info she needed.

‘And do an assignment in twenty minutes? You might be brilliant, Mya, but you’re not a magician.’ He frowned. ‘How come you don’t have the case law?’

‘I did an extra shift at the café today,’ she said. ‘I forgot about the assignment.’

‘You have too much on.’

‘Yes, so I need to work now,’ she said pointedly. But he didn’t take the hint. Instead he cocked his head and came over all thoughtful.

‘I’ve got access to all the legal databases. Including the subscription ones at my place,’ he said.

The ones that cost money to print each article from? The ones that held the case law she hadn’t been able to download because she’d done the extra shift at the café? The ones she couldn’t get to because the libraries were closed at this time of night?

He pondered another moment. ‘Skip your break and ask Jonny to cover the last of your shift. You know he’ll do it. He owes you for setting up alone tonight. Come home with me. You can print off all you need and work all night.’ He stepped closer, pressing the best point, decisive. ‘I’ll help you.’

She folded her arms, using her laptop as body armour, mainly to hide the way her thundering heart was threatening to beat its way right out of her chest. ‘This isn’t a family law assignment.’ She tried to play it cool and not collapse in a heap of gratitude at his feet. Or a heap of lustful wishes.

‘I covered commercial in my degree too, you know. You’re not the only one with dibs on brilliance. I got straight As.’

Of course he did; he was that perfect. And she wasn’t. She no longer had the brilliant label at law school. She shook her head. ‘I can’t cheat.’

‘You’re not going to,’ he growled. Stepping close, he put his hands on her shoulders. ‘I’m not going to write the assignment for you,’ he said firmly, as if she were a kid who had to have the simplest thing explained to her twenty different ways. ‘Consider me your law librarian.’

Mya just stared. Feeling the warmth from his firm hands, and seeing his fit frame up close, she felt as if he were like an ad for all-male capability and virility. He was also the least likely librarian she could ever imagine.

He laughed and stepped closer. ‘I used to work in the law library as a student. I’m very good at searches.’

‘You never worked as a librarian.’ That she just didn’t believe.

‘Okay, library assistant,’ he clarified, all humble integrity mixed with that killer charm. ‘Great job to have as a student.’ His wicked grin bounced back. ‘I got to meet all the cute girls, and their names and addresses were all on there on the system already.’

‘So you abused your position?’ Mya drawled, trying to cover the way she wanted to abuse his closeness now and lean against him.

‘You’re accusing me of wrongdoing?’ He shook her and she nearly stumbled that last step right into his arms. ‘How come you’re so down on me? All I’m trying to do is offer you a little help.’

She kept her balance. She didn’t like having to accept help.

‘Just some space and some computer access.’ He held out the offer as if it were as innocent as a plate of homemade cookies.

While access to those databases would be awesome, what she really couldn’t resist this second was his charm. ‘Okay, I really appreciate it,’ she breathed out in a rush. ‘But I don’t want to put you out.’

‘You’re not putting me out.’ He let go of her shoulders and turned to walk back down the alley. ‘And I promise I won’t bother you.’

He didn’t have to do anything to bother her. He only had to exist. And the nearer he was, the worse it was. But she was just going to have to control that silly part of her body because she had an essay to write.

‘Relax and go finish your shift,’ he said, leading her past the queue and back into the crowded bar. ‘You’ll get the info you need and you’ve got all night to nail it.’

Yeah, but it wasn’t the assignment she was thinking of nailing.





CHAPTER FIVE



AS MYA went back to mixing concoctions behind the bar, she surreptitiously watched Brad head back to the three beautiful women. Okay, so he was just helping her out with her schoolwork. There was nothing more to his offer. That was fine, perfect in fact. Then a couple of his mates turned up and he introduced the babes to them. Then—Mya couldn’t help but notice—Brad stepped back from the conversation. And every time she glanced over—purely to see if their glasses needed refilling, of course—he was watching her. Time and time again their gazes met. And the thing was, he wasn’t even giving her the full maple-syrup look, but it had the same effect anyway.

Yeah, she still wasn’t over the fact that he was the hottest man she’d ever laid eyes on. It seemed there was a part of her that would always want him, no matter what else she had going on or how much of a player he was.

And had he made the computer-access offer to win her over and into his bed? Possibly. Did that matter? Not really. Because she wouldn’t be sleeping in his bed. She’d be getting her assignment written.

It was just before 1:00 a.m. before she could get away—early, as Brad had suggested. Brad’s two mates and the three babes had already left the bar, so he was waiting alone, having swapped from drinking beer to soda water hours ago. He straightened from the wall he was leaning against as she neared, her heavy satchel over her shoulder.

‘Your place is really only a few minutes away?’ she asked, determined to stay matter-of-fact and not crawl up against him and beg him to take her to bed and have his wicked way with her so she’d mindlessly fall into sleep the way she ached to.

He nodded.

Sure enough, just down the road and around the corner from the row of eclectic shops and bars in the more ‘alternative’ area of town was a street of small, old villas. Every single one of them had been stylishly renovated and looked gorgeous and no doubt cost a mint.

‘Why do you live here?’ It was nothing like the exclusive suburb in which he’d grown up with the massive modern houses and immaculate lawns.

‘I like the mix in the neighbourhood.’ He shrugged. ‘Lots of good restaurants nearby and it’s central.’

‘You don’t cook?’

‘Not often,’ he admitted with a flash of a smile.

She waited by the potted rosebush on the wooden veranda while he unlocked the villa and put in the code for the security system. And she knew he was wrong. She couldn’t possibly concentrate here, not with him around.

‘Let me give you the tour,’ he said as he led her the length of the wooden-floored hallway.

‘I don’t need to see your private things.’ She regretted this now. She’d have been better off winging the assignment by cobbling together an average essay with reference to just the few textbooks she had in her flat.