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I look up, greeted by smiling green eyes coming my way. A smile slips across my mouth. He’s sexy as hell. “I take it you lost?”
“I did.” Nix sits down across from me in the chair Jaggs just evacuated. “On purpose.” He winks.
“Okay, that’s my cue.” Harley grabs her glass and makes her way over to Jaggs and Token.
I laugh, turning my attention back to Nix. “You intended to lose?”
“That’s right.” He takes a swig of his beer, eyes still fixed on me since the walk over to the table.
“You’re the first guy I know who’s ever been proud of losing.”
Holding his beer in the air, nearly to his mouth, he squints his eyes at me. “Did I lose?” He finishes the rest of his beer and sets it on the table. “The way I see it, that loss brought me to the prettiest girl in the room.”
“Prettiest?” I smirk. Yeah, he’s a flirt.
“Smartest, nicest, and the only one I see worth flirting with.” His eyes move to my mouth.
“Right now,” I confirm, watching his little grin twitch.
“Yes. What’s wrong with that? Are you looking for more? ’Cause, sweetheart, we can certainly discuss it. I’m game.” His eyes shift to mine. “But I thought you were all about getting naked in bed without getting our hearts involved.”
“I never said that.”
“Yeah, because I didn’t give you the opportunity to complete your sentence. If I recall correctly, you chose to go into your bedroom and let me make you forget about tomorrow.” He lounges back into the barstool. “So would you like to talk about it now?” His sexy grin grows into a naughty smile, and he’s still got me in his sights, not letting go, patiently waiting for a response.
Shit! “Talk about what?” I feign ignorance as I work my fingers along the stem of my wine glass again. Why didn’t I just keep my mouth closed … and my legs. That’s what got me into this situation in the first place.
“Our hearts,” he says without batting an eye. “Would you like to discuss if you want to get our hearts involved?”
“Ahh …” Dammit! How does he say it so easily? We’re not talking about what movie to go see or where to eat; we’re talking about getting into a relationship. “I … ah,” I take the last sip of my wine.
“Yes?” His eyebrow lifts as he rests his muscular forearms on the table and leans in toward me.
“Yes?” I grimace.
“Yes, you want to talk about it, or yes, you want to get them involved?”
“Do I have to make a decision right this minute?”
“No. Not at all. We can continue being friends and see where this goes, but just to be clear, there will be no me making you forget about tomorrow until you do decide.”
“What? Why not?”
“’Cause while you’re not sure of what you want, I am perfectly clear about what I want. I want you, Payton Tucker, and not just in my bed. I’d like to have you in here too.” He taps his chest over his heart.