His words made her pulse jump, but Hannah hesitated. She had to be careful that she didn’t misunderstand him. “If you’re just trying to hire me back, the answer is no.” Gavin smiled, looking supremely amused. “I loved having you as my assistant, and I’d hire you again in a heartbeat. But baby, my interest in you right now isn’t at all professional. I’ll be happy to prove it, starting with that spanking.”
She managed to hold in a gasp—barely. “You don’t touch me. I don’t want you anymore.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Now you think you’re reading my mind?” Hannah thrust her hands on her hips, her expression all but daring him to claim he was psychic.
“No, your ni**les are telling me everything I need to know.” Hannah gasped. She glanced down. Sure enough, the little traitors were standing straight up, poking out from behind her shirt. Hastily, she crossed her arms. “It’s an involuntary reaction. It doesn’t mean I want you.”
“I want you, baby. You said that you care about me. I admit, I care about you.” He stepped closer. “Now tell me, do you want me?”
His voice had become a deep, male caress. Hannah actually felt more blood rushing to her ni**les…and down between her legs, making it hard to think. Why was Gavin pushing this? Had he truly had a change of heart or was this some new game?
“I don’t know.” A huge lie. Hannah bit her lip. But darn it all, she wasn’t ready to confess everything in her heart again only to have it thrown in her face.
“Boys, do you think she wants me?” Gavin slanted gazes to Dex and Slade, who flanked her in an instant. Dex grabbed her free arm and reached for the hem of her skirt.
“What are you doing?” she screeched as he lifted her skirt to her thighs. “This is a public place!”
“Everyone’s gone, including Marnie. She just slipped out the back.” Of course the woman would choose her “boys” over someone she met less than an hour ago, but still, with Marnie went her last hope for an ally.
A second later, it didn’t matter because Slade had popped the buttons of her blouse open, exposing her hard ni**les, and Dex’s fingers skimmed the embarrassingly wet folds of her pu**y.
She caught her breath then moaned when he grazed her clit.
Flashing her a wicked smile, Dex withdrew his fingers and held them up for Gavin. “Would you look at that. All pretty and very, very wet.
“I think I’ve made my point,” Gavin drawled.
She smacked Slade’s hands away and folded the edges of her blouse back together as she twisted away from Dex. Her skirt fell to her knees. “That was for your brothers,” she told Gavin.
“They were touching me. My arousal has nothing to do with you.” Gavin paused, shrugged. “Okay, then. I’ll just sidle your way and see if I can make you come. That should prove something.”
It absolutely would. She’d melt quickly into a puddle at his feet. Then he’d know he could play with her anytime he wanted, and her body would respond.
Maybe she should stop fighting him and just ask what the hell he wanted.
“Fine. I want you. I admit it. What’s the point?”
“The point is, things aren’t right between us. We have to talk.”
“Please, just listen.” Slade turned to her and sighed. “Gavin has a few things he wants to say to you.”
Gavin had already said enough. She’d been hauled bodily to Alaska, forced to miss her visit with her grandmother. She’d had her cell phone taken away. She’d lost her virginity and her ability to wear underwear. Gavin had ripped her heart out, forced her to admit that she wanted him, and now he had something to say? Marnie had told her to get mad. Well, she was mad.
Hannah picked up her shot glass and threw it straight at Gavin’s head. “I’m not listening.”
“Fuck,” Gavin cursed as the shot glass whizzed past his head and smashed against the wall behind him, shattering.
Hannah reached for another on the bar nearby. Gavin strode toward her, the promise of punishment ripe in his eyes. She threw the glass in her grip. It pulled left again.
Slade and Dex seemed content to just watch the whole thing play out with barely repressed smiles.
“Hey, Gavin, before you spank her, you did promise to grovel.” Dex leaned against the bar.
Gavin’s eyes narrowed. “I can’t grovel if she’s throwing shit at my head.”
“You, groveling? Ha!” Hannah reached for a nearby glass tumbler and raised it over her head. If she was having trouble with the smaller missiles, she’d go bigger. “That’ll never happen.”