Dylan (Bachelors of the Ridge #1) by Karla Sorensen

Author:Karla Sorensen [Sorensen, Karla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dutch Girl Publishing, LLC
Published: 2016-06-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Dylan

Day four of fourteen

I had grossly underestimated Kat.

She’d made it her personal mission to tempt me, to break me. Granted, she didn’t understand the depth of Steadman stubbornness, but even I had my limits. She’d started small. Every time she brushed past me that first day we worked together, she’d set her fingers somewhere on my body. First it was my back, right over the shoulder blade, when she leaned around me to grab a clean glass.

Next was my hand when she walked past me in the hallway leading to the restrooms. She’d put on more makeup than normal, too. Her lashes looked obscenely long, which made her dark brown eyes look lush and sensual. And when I’d kept my hands to myself after all the innocent touching, she stopped right next to me and pulled some lip glossout of her purse, slicking it over her lips while I stared.

“Mmm,” she hummed while she rubbed her lips together. “Smells wonderful, doesn’t it?”

“You little Jezebel,” I whispered, looking around to make sure no one was staring at us.

“Me?” She batted her eyelashes and tucked the tube into her apron.

When I walked away, I shoved at the door to the office a little harder than necessary. The staffing chart swam in front of my eyes for about thirty minutes before I gave up and went back upstairs to the bar. Before I walked in, I stopped to take a deep breath.

I could do this. I was thirty-four years old, for crying out loud. I was more than capable of controlling my urges.

Then Kat breezed through the door into the kitchen, giving me a sly little smile that made my left eye twitch. She stretched her arms over her head, arching her back. I rolled my eyes. She narrowed hers.

She picked up a plate with half a slice of cheesecake on it, using the spoon to carve a tiny piece off the side. While she held my eyes, she slid the spoon into her mouth.

“You pay for that?”

Her lips curved around the metal at the frustration tightening my voice. Of course, she didn’t answer until she pulled the spoon out slowly, licking at the corner of her mouth.

“Yes, boss.”

I swore and walked away to the sound of her laughter. But an idea formed while I stormed off. I had an appointment for Leonidas in three days. And turning the tables would be very, very fun.

Day seven of fourteen

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