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Seducing Mr Darcy by Amali Rose
What the hell is wrong with me right now?I never get distracted by men. Never. It’s my golden rule.No men, no distractions, no losing focus on the end goal.Blinking furiously against my ridiculous fantasy, it takes me a moment to realize that Xander is standing mere feet from my seat, his gaze silently locked on me.And, as if I needed another reminder that you should be careful what you wish for, instead of his heated stare eating me up, he is glaring at me, seemingly infuriated.
“Nice to meet you both.” Her voice is soft yet rough and raspy at the same time. I’ve never been attracted to a woman like this before. It’s making me nervous. “Can I buy you boys a drink?”
“Boys,” I tease, “We are more than boys, Sweetness.” I wink at her and grin, Keet shakes his head but from the amused smile on his face, he likes the banter between Faith and I. “How about we buy you a drink?” I ask, placing emphasis on the word we, reiterating again we are a package deal.
She raises her glass. “Thanks but I already have one.”
Reaching out, I take the glass from her hand and throw back what was left. “It seems you need a drink now.”
“Do not Donkey from Shrek me. I know you’ve been paying that punk little shit to incorrectly deliver this to me ‘by accident.’” I air quote those two words, “Just so you can see me.”
He places the box on the reception desk and stares me down. “Yeah, and?” Huh, he didn’t deny that. The look he’s giving me right now is carnal and definitely not suitable for work. I get the urge to throw myself at him and ravage him, right here in the reception area.
“You could have saved the effort and just come and talked to me…like a normal person would.”
“Yeah, I’m not normal,” he confirms with a grin, “besides; if I did that, I couldn’t watch your ass as you walk away.”
Shaking my head, I smile. “You are terrible.”
“You cannot tell me it hasn’t been a pleasure coming to see me these last few weeks.”
“I plead the Fifth. And on that note, I’ll be going.”
Walking backward to the elevator, I lift my eyebrows and smirk in a “ha-ha, you can’t see my ass” way.
“Are you going to deny me your ass?”
“In every sense of that statement, yes. No ass for you.”
“That man has it bad for you,” Kort consoles, sitting next to me and pulling me into her side for a sideways hug. “I’d have dumped your ass weeks ago with how psycho you’ve been, but then again, I’m a bitch…like you.” Before I have a chance to reply she adds, “Okay, let’s do this. I’ll start on this gift bag explosion and you are on mimosa duty.”
“Mimosas, really? It’s not even nine.”
“Hence, mimosas, it’s a brunch drink.”
Shaking my head, I walk into the kitchen and make a jug of mimosas and bring it and two champagne flutes into the living room. Placing everything on the coffee table, I pour two glasses and hand one to Kort.
“I don’t deserve you, Kort,” I say, as I hand her her glass.
“Ain’t that the truth. Now, let’s get this done, so we can go have a bachie-babe-arita and watch the sunset and gorge ourselves on tacos at Big Al’s.”
What happens in Oasis, stays at Oasis…or does it?