risk was too great. What if he did have an interest in me that reached deeper
than the challenge? I couldn’t take that chance.
It was bad enough I was complete putty when he was near me. I had no idea how we were
going to keep up the ruse for an entire dinner.
Between the six of us, we easily finished off the first bottle of wine and the second
in no time.
I slid down from my stool when we were ready to head to the restaurant. I was taller
than average, five eight without heels. But tonight I was closer to six feet. This
didn’t even me up with Parker, however. He stood at least six two and towered over
me like a giant with his broad shoulders and impressive bulk.
He grabbed my coat off the back of my chair and helped me into the leather jacket,
his fingers grazing over my shoulders intentionally. He pulled my curls out when they
got pinned under the coat.
I smiled coyly. “Thank you.”
Parker was in a suit. Again. Most of the times I’d seen him he’d been similarly dressed.
And he never disappointed. Tonight was a bit different. His tie was bold, purple and
black striped. The deep purple matched the color of his shirt. It suited him perfectly,
and I licked my lips as my gaze wandered down his chest toward his crotch. I swallowed
as I took in the bulge of his erection.
“Car’s out front,” Cade declared, jerking me from my moment.
I twisted around to face the others too abruptly, grateful they were already walking
away and didn’t notice.
In the rear of the group, Parker set a hand on my lower back again and leaned in to
whisper in my ear. “Jumpy?”
I said nothing.
He chuckled behind me and lowered his palm to my ass before breaking the contact.
As we stepped outside, I tucked my purse strap over my shoulder and tugged the top
of my coat closed against the chill. Any sort of weather was possible in Atlanta in
January, but tonight hovered in the forties.
A limo waited for us out front. Not shocking. Cade would have arranged something to
accommodate all of us.
I slid inside behind Amy and Cheyenne and the three of us sat next to each other on
the long bench on one side of the limo. The men managed to enter behind us in the
same order so that Cade sat across from his wife and Riley across from Cheyenne. That
left Parker knocking knees with me again.
My efforts to avoid touching him were completely thwarted when he set one knee between
mine and nudged them open.
Shit .
The wetness gathering between my legs intensified ten times as I shifted in my seat
and avoided his gaze. My dress was too short for this arrangement. He could easily
see my black lace thong with my legs spread open. I wasn’t about to tug the hem down
and draw more attention to my plight. The heat from his knee seeped into my bare skin.
I squeezed my thighs together, capturing his leg for a moment to let him know I was
more than aware of his game.
Again, no one paid attention.
By the time we pulled up to the steak house, I was a hot mess. Literally. The inside
of the limo seemed to be ten degrees too high, and the glances I received from Parker
during the drive made my heart race and my pussy leak. I couldn’t even close my legs
together with his infuriating knee lodged between my thighs.
I was relieved when we came to a stop and Parker leaned forward to open the door beside
me. I inhaled his scent, almost moaning at what I had committed to memory—a subtle
expensive cologne he always wore that made my insides flip over.
He slid from the car first and then reached in with his hand to help me out.
My exit was awkward. My dress rode high enough for anyone looking to glimpse my thong
underneath, though Parker conveniently stood at an angle that prevented anyone but
him from noticing my predicament.
He pursed his lips as I tugged the hem of my skirt down and smoothed the stretchy
material. I should have worn a longer coat. My legs chilled when a cold breeze
than the challenge? I couldn’t take that chance.
It was bad enough I was complete putty when he was near me. I had no idea how we were
going to keep up the ruse for an entire dinner.
Between the six of us, we easily finished off the first bottle of wine and the second
in no time.
I slid down from my stool when we were ready to head to the restaurant. I was taller
than average, five eight without heels. But tonight I was closer to six feet. This
didn’t even me up with Parker, however. He stood at least six two and towered over
me like a giant with his broad shoulders and impressive bulk.
He grabbed my coat off the back of my chair and helped me into the leather jacket,
his fingers grazing over my shoulders intentionally. He pulled my curls out when they
got pinned under the coat.
I smiled coyly. “Thank you.”
Parker was in a suit. Again. Most of the times I’d seen him he’d been similarly dressed.
And he never disappointed. Tonight was a bit different. His tie was bold, purple and
black striped. The deep purple matched the color of his shirt. It suited him perfectly,
and I licked my lips as my gaze wandered down his chest toward his crotch. I swallowed
as I took in the bulge of his erection.
“Car’s out front,” Cade declared, jerking me from my moment.
I twisted around to face the others too abruptly, grateful they were already walking
away and didn’t notice.
In the rear of the group, Parker set a hand on my lower back again and leaned in to
whisper in my ear. “Jumpy?”
I said nothing.
He chuckled behind me and lowered his palm to my ass before breaking the contact.
As we stepped outside, I tucked my purse strap over my shoulder and tugged the top
of my coat closed against the chill. Any sort of weather was possible in Atlanta in
January, but tonight hovered in the forties.
A limo waited for us out front. Not shocking. Cade would have arranged something to
accommodate all of us.
I slid inside behind Amy and Cheyenne and the three of us sat next to each other on
the long bench on one side of the limo. The men managed to enter behind us in the
same order so that Cade sat across from his wife and Riley across from Cheyenne. That
left Parker knocking knees with me again.
My efforts to avoid touching him were completely thwarted when he set one knee between
mine and nudged them open.
Shit .
The wetness gathering between my legs intensified ten times as I shifted in my seat
and avoided his gaze. My dress was too short for this arrangement. He could easily
see my black lace thong with my legs spread open. I wasn’t about to tug the hem down
and draw more attention to my plight. The heat from his knee seeped into my bare skin.
I squeezed my thighs together, capturing his leg for a moment to let him know I was
more than aware of his game.
Again, no one paid attention.
By the time we pulled up to the steak house, I was a hot mess. Literally. The inside
of the limo seemed to be ten degrees too high, and the glances I received from Parker
during the drive made my heart race and my pussy leak. I couldn’t even close my legs
together with his infuriating knee lodged between my thighs.
I was relieved when we came to a stop and Parker leaned forward to open the door beside
me. I inhaled his scent, almost moaning at what I had committed to memory—a subtle
expensive cologne he always wore that made my insides flip over.
He slid from the car first and then reached in with his hand to help me out.
My exit was awkward. My dress rode high enough for anyone looking to glimpse my thong
underneath, though Parker conveniently stood at an angle that prevented anyone but
him from noticing my predicament.
He pursed his lips as I tugged the hem of my skirt down and smoothed the stretchy
material. I should have worn a longer coat. My legs chilled when a cold breeze
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