On Dublin Street(41)

I narrowed my eyes on him. “You are such a dick.”


He grinned widely and leaned down to brush a soft kiss across my lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”


I grabbed a hold of his sweater, stopping him from leaving. “Braden, I mean it!”


Chuckling, he patiently uncurled my fingers from his sweater and stepped back. “I have a proposition. I’ll come over tomorrow to discuss it.”


Argh! Was he deaf? “Braden-”


“Good night, Jocelyn.”


“Braden-”


“Oh.” He turned back to me at the door and his expression hardened. “I’ll be waiting until the end of the shift to put you and Ellie in a taxi. I see you flirting with that wanker again and I’ll knock his teeth out.”


And then poof! He was gone.


I took stock a moment, unable to believe what I’d just allowed to happen. But my lips were throbbing from those desperate kisses, my cheeks burning from the scrape of his two-day beard, my heart racing and my panties (or knickers) definitely wet.


Worse… I was still so freaking turned on I had half a mind to shut the door and finish what he’d started myself.


Tomorrow this had to end. If Braden could so completely take me over like that, there was no way I could go any further with this.


Maybe I should move out.


My chest ached at the thought of leaving Ellie and the apartment on Dublin Street. No! I could do this. I could put the arrogant jackhole in his place.


I nodded, standing up on my feet only to wobble a little.


I rolled my eyes. Why the hell did he have to be the human version of a sexually charged nuclear weapon? Grumbling, I put myself back together as much as I could, and headed out to the bar, ignoring Alistair’s quizzical looks, Braden’s burning gaze and Craig’s attempts at flirting.


I liked Craig’s teeth where they were, thank you very much.


~11~


My keys clattered against the walnut of the sideboard in the hallway, the first loud noise to break the silence between me and Ellie. After a busy night at the bar my head was usually buzzing, and it took me a few hours to unwind before I could head to bed, but tonight it was worse. I could still feel Braden on my mouth, on my breast, between my legs. I could still smell and taste him for God’s sake. And I pretended I felt none of this as he did as promised and saw me and Ellie into a cab after my shift. In fact I didn’t say a word to him.


I didn’t say a word to anyone.


Alistair and Braden were the only two who knew why. Craig watched me in confusion for the rest of the night, probably wondering where my good mood had gone, and I avoided Ellie’s eyes. I avoided them in the bar, I avoided them out on the sidewalk, I avoided them in the cab and I was avoiding them now. Kicking off my shoes, I kept my back to her, and then left her in the hall as I moved through to the kitchen to get a glass of water.


“Are we not going to talk about it then?” Ellie asked quietly, following me in.


I looked at her over my shoulder, pretending ignorance. “Talk about what?”


She threw me a look of exasperation. “About the fact that Braden was seething over your kiss with Craig, that he followed you into the staff room and didn’t come back for twenty minutes and when he did come back he looked like he’d been mauled by a woman who’d been locked in an empty room without a vibrator, or a man for ten years.”


I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing at the visual.


Ellie was not amused. “Joss! Seriously, what’s going on?”


The laughter died from my lips. “He kissed me. We stopped. It’s not happening again.”


“Braden won’t back off if he thinks you’re interested.”


“I’m not interested.” I’m so interested.


“I think you are and I-”


“Ellie.” I whirled around, my nerves stretched to the max. “Just stop okay. Please. I don’t want to talk about this.”


She looked like a kid who’d had her favorite toy taken away. “But-”


“Ellie.”


“Fine.” She sighed.


In an effort to take her mind off of it, I leaned back against the counter with a concerned quirk of my right eyebrow. “So what was up with you and Adam tonight?”


“I’m like you. I don’t want to talk about it.”


Yeah right. “Ellie…”


Her pale eyes narrowed unhappily. “Okay, so I want to talk about it. Dammit, how can you be so good at the whole keeping things to yourself thing?” she pouted. “It’s really hard.”


I grinned and shook my head. “Not for me.”


She stuck her tongue out at me and slumped wearily into a kitchen chair. “I’m knackered. Tonight was exhausting.”


“Hence the crabby?”


“I’m not crabby.”


“You’re a little crabby.”


“Well you would be too if you’d had to put up with Adam tonight.”


I slipped into the seat beside her, wondering if I should hit the gym harder this week in preparation for kicking Adam’s ass. “What happened, honey?”