Crave (His Second Chance with Heiress Bryn Christmas Duet #1) - Z.L. Arkadie Page 0,19

of it all day. Only, I’d planned on scarfing down my burger and fries with a glass of wine while uploading new catalogs into the design app from vendors who sold furniture, lighting, and home-decor items that would better suit the choices we were making for Eden’s home.

“I’ll have iced tea, unsweetened, and truffle fries with a cheeseburger.” I restrained myself from ordering alcohol. I didn't want anything to lower my inhibitions.

“An Angus cheeseburger?” the waiter asked.

My mouth watered. “Just a big, fat, juicy cheeseburger with grilled onions, ketchup, and nothing else.”

Jamison smiled bemusedly at his menu. “I’ll have the T-bone steak with the house salad.”

“Anything to drink?”

“Just water.”

The waiter thanked us and walked away. We were alone again, and Jamison’s explanation hung in the air, ready for me to respond.

“By the way, I’m sorry,” I said.

He narrowed an eye. “For…?”

“My part in our demise.”

After a few beats, Jamison cleared his throat. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

“How about we forget the past? At least for tonight.”

I inhaled sharply. He was asking me to forget that his father and my brothers had a lot of contention between them. And what about his trip to Newport? I still suspected a woman was involved. At least, that was what my instincts were telling me. I could’ve been wrong. And what did he mean by “At least for tonight”?

“Are you still working for your father?” I asked, since Boomer was the real reason another attempt at relationship between us would be strained.

He looked away from me to scowl at the dark. “Yes.”

“What’s going on between the two of you?”

Jamison faced me, the sides of his sexy mouth turned down. “We shouldn’t talk about him either.”

I felt my eyebrows flit upward, and I forced myself to bite my tongue. I’d hit a nerve. The curiosity about what was going on between Jamison and Boomer was killing me. But I was one for respecting boundaries.

“Okay.” I was thinking of what else to say when the waiter interrupted us to serve my iced tea and Jamison’s water and then let us know that our dinner would arrive soon.

Then Jamison said, “So… interior designer, huh? I thought you would go into politics. You were good at having your brother’s back.” He chuckled.

“No, I was just…” I pressed my lips together.

“You were just…?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, proving myself to my brother.” I held my breath as his gaze explored my face. “What?”

He shook his head. “And did you?”

I couldn’t look away from his sexy mouth. Small talk wasn’t helping to quell my lust for him. “Did I what?” I whispered.

“Prove yourself to your brother?”

“Oh…” I adjusted in my seat. The answer was part of a long story regarding my relationship with Spencer. I’d been wrong to want to prove that I was worthy of his love and acceptance. “I didn’t have to.”

“Knowing Spencer, I don’t think you had to prove yourself to him either. He put a lot of trust in you.”

“Yeah… he did.”

We were staring at each other again. My pussy was quivering, begging me to let down my defenses so that Jamison could enter me, screw me, make it feel alive.

I abruptly shifted my position in hopes of getting rid of the tingling. That didn’t help. “What about you and the girlfriend you were visiting in Rhode Island? Whoever she is must have the Boomer stamp of approval.”

Jamison snorted as he looked down at the table, once again proving to me that I was right about there being another woman. At least his response took the eagerness out of my pussy.

“There’s no girlfriend,” he said, looking up again.

“Whatever you say.”

“You don’t believe me?”

I shook my head slowly. “I don’t.”

He smirked, making his dimples more pronounced.

Damn, he’s sexy.

“That’s because you don’t want to believe me.”

He was wrong—very wrong.

“Bryn, I still like you. A lot. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I think there was something… I don’t know, pretty fucking amazing happening between us. Don’t you?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Jamison was reeling me in yet again. He was an expert at it. I couldn’t think. I had to change the subject.

“What about you?” I cleared my throat. “What have you been working on recently?”

Not until he sat back did I notice he’d been leaning in toward me. Jamison shook his head. “More bullshit.”

I grunted thoughtfully. “Are you still working with Agent Tammy Preston?”

He looked confused. “Who’s that?”

“Kristen. I mean Bree. That was her real name.”

“Bree Lovell? Why are