Until the Tequila (The Killers #3.5)(18)

“I’m not making an appointment because you always cancel on me.”

I turn at the sound of his voice and there he is, leaning on the door frame that leads to the waiting area. He’s wearing all black—a leather jacket, T-shirt, and jeans with two helmets dangling from his hand.

I try to bite back my smile as I take in his hair, a rumpled, delicious mess—no doubt from the helmet—and it looks even better on him because he doesn’t give a shit.

The receptionist smirks. “I’ll let you work it out with him while I take care of your client at the register, but then I’ve gotta run. My kids have a million things going on tonight and we’ll be eating dinner in the car as it is.”

I turn back to my client who deserves all my attention, even if it is for just another minute. I shake out her loose curls with my fingers. “You happy?”

She beams at me through the mirror. This never gets old. “Two inches off and fresh color does a wonder for your soul. I love it. Thank you, Mary.”

I unsnap her cape. “Your hubs will love it. Happy anniversary and have fun tonight.”

She grabs her stuff and hurries past Evan and toward reception throwing me a grin over her shoulder. Flipping her loose waves around—she glows. “Don’t worry, I’m going to have fun!”

My eyes, like magnets, wander to the man whose private parts I’m now familiar with. I’ve even memorized the hairline right above his beautiful cock. His whiskey eyes are hot and he looks like he’d eat me up right here if he could.

“You look at me like that much longer, you’re gonna make me sorry I brought my Triumph instead of my car.”

I roll my eyes before walking to the corner to grab a broom, for no other reason than I need something else to focus on besides the man who makes me forget about everything. The thought of being wrapped around Evan on a motorcycle is enough to make me fidget. This is new and, honestly, unexpected. Just a week ago, every time I saw Evan, he was either annoying me or giving me secret looks that I now know the meaning behind because they’re no longer secret. He’s gone from my frenemy to my lover. I know first-hand that his heated gaze packs some power—I’ve been the beneficiary of them over the last two days, after all.

When I turn back around to clean my station, Evan is dropping the helmets on a table and falls into my chair.

I lean on my broom and tip my head. “What are you doing?”

He puts his big biker boot to the floor and swivels the chair back and forth. “I’ve been secretly watching you forever and now I don’t have to hide it. Do your thing. I’m just going to sit here and enjoy it.”

“About that.” I start to sweep the floor so I don’t have to make eye contact with him. “How long?”

He stops moving and runs his boot up the back of my calf. “How long what?”

I swat his boot with the broom. “How long have you wanted me?”

“For as long as you’ve been avoiding me.”

I stop and turn to him. “I’m serious.”

“So am I. You made me work for every damn reaction I could get out of you. I was hungry for anything you’d give me. Felt like a desperate kid on the playground—thought I was going to have to pull your mermaid ponytail just to get your attention.”

I cock a brow before sweeping the mess aside. “That would’ve pissed me off.”

He’s not apologetic at all when he shrugs. “I would’ve loved it and done it more. I can still pull your hair if you think you might be into that sort of thing.”

This time I can’t hide my smile and lean my thigh into the side of his where his long legs are propped on my chair. “Is that all you think about?”

“It’s a lot of what I think about. What else was I supposed to do all this time you kept turning me down?”

My eyes drop to my fingers drawing patterns on his thick thigh. “You were supposed to give up. I thought you would eventually.”

He grabs my hand and twists me, pulling me into his lap. When he has my hip fit snug against his cock, he gets my full attention when he puts a hand to my chin and I have no choice but to look him in the eyes. “How many times did you turn me down when I asked you out?”

I shake my head. “Not enough apparently. You wore me down and I gave in. I already told you why I held out for so long.”

“Twenty-three,” he states, as serious as a stalker in any teen horror flick. And just to rub it in, he keeps on, “You turned me down twenty-three damn times. I remember every single one of them.”

I glare at him. “Okay, but in my defense, I didn’t think you were serious most of the time.”

His hand snakes up my back and starts to play with the ends of my hair. “I’m always serious when it comes to you. You bruised my ego.”

This almost makes me laugh and, given the week I’ve had, that’s saying something. “I don’t think there’s one thing wrong with your ego. You’re not lacking in that department.”

He has the nerve to press me down into his lap. “You’re right. I’m not lacking in any department.”

I shake my head even though he’s right.

Without warning, he changes the subject. “I talked to my dad’s attorney today. The guy who’s been calling you? He’s on the up-and-up and has been practicing for thirty-seven years. You should call him back and see what he wants.”