THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,17

falling back on her ass. The dog? Well he stops what he’s doing and looks at me, ears down, ready to obey. “Sitz,” I growl. Her head swivels the second she realizes what’s going on. The dog sits, completely submissive to my German commands. This dog works with us, here and overseas. I only know a few simple commands, because it isn’t my job, but I know it’ll be enough to impress her. I extend my hand down to her and the dick sucking, doe eyed image pops into my head. Fuck. She wraps her hand in mine and pulls herself up, dusting off her shorts that look like panties. If I can’t pull my head out of my dick I’m going to be in trouble. Date her. Get a date with her. Reminding myself of the ultimate goal, I swallow my fucking pride.

“What are you doing here? I mean, I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised,” Windsor says, staring at the dog instead of looking at me. This woman infuriates me. I don’t even get eye contact, but Garrett gets a date. What the fuck does that douche have that I don’t?

Since I can’t answer her question without diming out Stone, I ignore it. I pet the dog on the head, just so I can brush her with my arm. She twists out of my way, trying to play it off by rearranging the leash. I make her squirm. It gives me a small amount of hope. I push up my Gatorz sunglasses so they rest on my forehead. I’m about to go 100 percent charming-panties-off on her.

“How was your week, Windsor?” I ask, making sure to draw out Windsor. At her name her head snaps up finally, looking at me and really seeing me. I lick my lips. I smile, tilting my head in question. Glossing over our meeting in her office seems a good idea. I don’t want to remind her of that asshole move. It still embarrasses me.

“It was fine. Normal, really.” She looks down at the dog, still alert, awaiting his next command, and then looks back at me. “Do you want to walk with me?”

I can’t believe my fucking ears. She narrows her eyes, but she looks hesitant and maybe a little scared. Of what? Does she think I’ll turn her down? I am so fucking thrilled right now that it scares me. I feel my adrenaline spike like it does when I’m about to shoot something or jump out of a damn plane. This feeling that I have right now is what I live for. What I thrive on. Except the origin of it now makes me very fucking wary. Play it cool. Be smooth, you fucker.

“I’m walking him for one of my friends. I didn’t realize he belonged to you guys,” she says. Her voice goes a little caustic at the end.

I nod my head. Lowering my voice I say, “Fuss,” pronounced Fooss. The dog immediately heels and we start walking down the beach. I take the leash out of her hand. She looks at me sideways, very quickly, but doesn’t object. I tap my sunglasses so they fall back over my eyes. “I missed you this week,” I say. As the words pass my lips I look around to make sure no one else heard me. She stops walking and faces me front on.

Crossing her arms under her perfect tits, she fixes me with an angry glare. “Seriously? You missed me? You offer me a cool million for a date and then don’t call me all week? For someone who wanted something so badly, your follow through sucks.”

This is why I need my sunglasses on. We have a joke about the huge, fucking ugly sunglasses chicks wear in San Diego. SCUBS. Southern California Ugly Blockers. My sunglasses have a different acronym. LB. Lie Blockers.

I grin. “I needed time to reassess. I made a huge mistake. I want to get to know you.” I reach out and hold the side of her face in my hand. So fucking soft—perfect. I’m obsessed with the game. It’s like a drug. “Go on a date with me. Tonight,” I plead.

I see my touch affecting her. Her breathing speeds up. Her cheeks flush. A few more seconds and I’d be able to smell her wet pussy. For me. Only me. The dog yanks on the leash, but I don’t dare break eye contact. I see the second she decides. It flickers in her blue eyes. With