The bartender slid the glass of wine toward me as I attempted not to laugh.
“Hi,” I greeted casually down the bar. “I’m Jocelyn.”
He eyed me for a moment with those intimidating, gorgeous pale blue eyes of his. And then he obviously decided to just go with it when he slipped out of his stool and made his way over to the one next to mine. He gave me a smirk as he reached out to take my hand in his. I felt his thumb rub over my wedding rings. “Braden.”
I gave him a small, flirty smile. “Can I get you a drink?”
“I really should say no.” He held up his ring finger with his wedding band on it. “I’m married.”
“Oh?” I hid my smile, feeling a rush of excitement go through me at our little game. “I didn’t realize. I take it your wife isn’t with you this evening?”
“Apparently not,” Braden answered, his mouth twitching with definite amusement now as our eyes met.
Pretending we weren’t at a bar in an airport but at home, my gaze turned heated in a way Braden understood. “That’s good news.”
“It is?” he glanced down at my left hand.
I turned my diamond so that it sparkled beautifully in the light. “Yeah, I’m married too.”
Eyes staring into mine again, Braden’s reply was thick with a sincerity that somehow managed to be as emotional as it was sexual. “He’s a very lucky man.”
I tilted my head flirtatiously. “That’s what I hear.”
Braden leaned into me and I knew he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
My smile grew. “So can I buy you a drink?”
“I actually think I’d like that.”
The air was charged between us as he waited for my next move. I looked away and called the bartender over. After ordering him a drink, I waited to see if Braden would keep up the pretense with me.
“So, where are you traveling to?” he asked, his tone amused but slightly rough.
I didn’t have to look into his eyes to know he was aroused, but I looked anyway because I needed to.
“Hawaii.” I pressed my leg against his thigh, wishing we weren’t in a public place. I wanted his hands on me.
“Me too.”
“Your drink.” The bartender slid Braden’s drink to him.
We took hold of our glasses and clinked them together.
“Business or pleasure?” I asked saucily.
“Oh, I’m definitely hoping pleasure,” he said as I took a sip of wine.
Slowly I licked a drop of wine off my lower lip, triumphing over the suffocated groan it produced from the back of Braden’s throat. “That makes two of us.”
Eyes still on my mouth, Braden’s hand tightened around his glass. “My wife wouldn’t be too pleased to find a strange woman flirting with me at a bar.”
“Is your wife the jealous type?” I teased.
My amusement was stifled by the intensity of our connection as our eyes held. “She can be,” he murmured.
I sucked in a breath. “Are you the jealous type?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”