Crave (His Second Chance with Heiress Bryn Christmas Duet #1) - Z.L. Arkadie Page 0,20

you referring to her as Agent Tammy Preston?”

“Twin Peaks?” I said as if the answer was obvious.

“What’s Twin Peaks?”

I raised a finger, chuckling. “Give me a second.”

Jamison wiggled his eyebrows. I could feel him studying me as I searched for a clip of Agent Tammy Preston on YouTube. Brent returned with our dinner.

“How about a bottle of your best red,” Jamison said.

“Mes Fleurs première classe?”

“We’ll take it,” Jamison replied.

I looked up with a grin as Brent walked away. “Then you’re going to drink a whole bottle of wine by yourself?”

Jamison focused on my mouth and then wet his bottom lip. I narrowed my eyes at him even more. Goodness, he is a dangerous fire to be playing with. Who am I kidding with that question? Not him.

I had the video ready to go and handed him my phone. “Here you go.” I cleared the frog out of my throat. “Press Play.”

His long, strong fingers brushed the back of my hand as he took my cell phone. “This is a good sign.”

“What’s a good sign?”

“I give your phone back to you, and you give it back to me.”

“Why is that such a good sign?”

“We’re building something here,” he said.

I had no idea what he meant other than that we both had large grins pasted on our faces. After a few seconds, he looked away from me to view the video. I felt released from his spell as I watched him.

I shouldn’t do this. I could do this. I want to do this.

He let out a laugh. “Shit, she does have Bree’s mannerisms,” he said, still watching.

I sniffed. “I know. It’s crazy.”

When he gave me back my phone, I made sure our skin didn’t touch. “She was jealous of you,” he said. “She tried to convince me to fire you from the campaign several times.”

I scoffed. “Spencer would’ve never let that happen.”

“That is true.”

“Plus, not only did she want to bang my brother, but she wanted to bang you too. I actually thought the two of you were getting it on.”

Jamison sneered at me. “Are you fishing, Miss Christmas?”

The smoldering look in his eyes made my heart beat faster. I tilted my head, going with the flow, willingly playing the game of cat and mouse. “Maybe.”

“Never.”

“You’ve never had sex with her?”

He shook his head.

“Have you wanted to have sex with her?”

Again, he shook his head. “She’s not my type.”

I snorted. “Not into banging Agent Tammy Preston?”

“I prefer Helen of Troy.”

“She’s a myth.”

“So is Tammy Preston.”

“Not as far as Bree Lovell is concerned.”

Jamison chuckled. “Touché.”

Brent was back with the wine and poured a glass for Jamison and one for me too. I didn’t refuse my glass and didn’t want to. Jamison was saying something about Bree having several personalities. Suddenly, I saw him and me together. My breath hitched as I visualized his hands roaming my body and his mouth stimulating my erogenous zones, finding hot spots I never knew existed. My womanhood was experiencing a sense memory of his girthy erection plunging in and out of my ready depths. I shut my eyes tightly, pushing the image out of my head.

“Are you okay?” he asked, sounding concerned.

“Mm-hmm,” I said, nodding erratically, and took a sip of wine.

“So, here’s what I want to know,” he said, smiling smugly. I was positive Jamison knew he was getting me all hot and bothered.

I took another drink of wine. “Hm?”

He smirked. “I’m a busy man, but my cell phone doesn’t ring nearly as much as yours.”

On cue, my attention snapped to my device as it rang while sitting on top of the table. We laughed at the strange coincidence. I looked to see who was calling and then picked up my cell phone.

I raised a finger. “I’m sorry, Jamison. Could you give me a moment?”

Grinning, he nodded. The way he wasn’t a dick about me taking a call in the middle of our dinner made me want him even more. I knew my skin was flushed, but I couldn’t help that.

“Hey,” I said, curling away from Jamison for privacy.

It was Alana, one of my assistants. In a frantic rush, she told me that they couldn't fly out of New York that night because the storm had blown in faster than forecasted. “It’s really bad, Bryn. Alex and I think we should just get home while we still can and wait this one out.”

I nodded feverishly. “I agree. Eden and I have plenty to do tomorrow. If I need you for something, I’ll call you, but for