Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series by Michelle Day Page B

her go, he moved
closer, his breath on her cheek, his lips close to her ear. “I think I could
handle being flat on my back with you on top of me.” He whispered before
briefly pressing his lips to her skin.
    She couldn’t help it, she positively
swooned, he smelt so good, his body so close the heat radiated off him, filling
her vision and her senses and for the first time since she’d set eyes on him
almost a year ago now, she fully understood why the teacher had fallen for him
and what he’d meant when he said, he hadn’t given her a choice.
    There was something about him that was
magnetic and it was painfully obvious that he knew it and used it to his full
advantage. Giving herself a mental shake, she finally found her sense and her
backbone and shoved him away.
     “Back off.” She warned “You may be
irresistible to girls your own age but I am a fully grown, professional woman,
your charms do not work on me. I won’t report you for being here this time but
if I catch you here again, I’ll make sure this place is raided and you will
never be allowed back in.”
    He released her from his grasp, smiling as
he stepped back “Even my mother isn’t immune to my charms so I highly doubt you
are.” He mocked. “Give it time and you’ll come around to my way of thinking.”
He pushed his hands into his pockets, “Nice seeing you again Officer Holland.”
He said as he began to walk away. “By the way, what is your name? I don’t think
me calling you Officer out there,” he gestured with his head to the door that
lead to the club “will go down very well.”
    “Emily. My name is Emily and you get to
use it for one night only.”
    “We’ll see.” He called as he pushed back
against the door, letting the heat and noise from the club wash over them both
briefly before disappearing into the throng.
    Glancing around as she re-entered the club
she spotted him talking to an older man at the bar. They were standing very
close, speaking directly into the others’ ear, the loud music preventing normal
conversation. Making her way to the bar, she caught sight of blond curls and
massive shoulders under a white shirt and realised that Paul had brought his
brother along as the behemoth currently blocking her way was none other than
Matthew Jensen.
    Drinks in hand, Matt turned away from the
bar and felt the hand of one of the girls he had been talking to, latch onto
his arm. Score! He side stepped the woman trying to reach the bar, frowning as
he thought he recognised her but shrugging as he figured she probably just had
one of those faces. A quick survey of the club placed his brother talking to
Jez and after catching his eye, their way of checking in with each other, Matt
and the prettiness attached to his arm, made their way across the dance floor
to one of the many booths situated around the club.
    Emily managed to snag a barstool and
carefully sipped her cocktail as her eyes searched the club. She had come here
tonight with the sole purpose of finding some young stud to take home for the
night, not that she did this kind of thing on a regular basis but she hadn’t
let her hair down for ages and felt getting footloose and fancy free for one
night was well overdue especially as she turned thirty next week, there was
only so much longer she was going to be able to live it up for.
    Looking to her left, she found Paul still
talking to the man she had seen him with earlier, deep in conversation. She saw
Matt on the dance floor rhythmically gyrating against the girl plastered to his
chest while another had clamped herself to his back. It seemed he was every bit
as popular as his darker twin. Someone bumped her shoulder, bringing her
attention back to the bar and the petite but drop dead gorgeous blond who had
hopped onto the stool next to hers, the two women smiled at each other before
the blond lent over the bar to grab the attention of one of the staff and she
went back to looking for talent.
    Paul’s conversation with