in the trunk. More cushion for the pushin’ – that kind of thing.”
“What the hell are you—”
Before I could finish, he shot his hand out, nearly knocking over my latte. “Name’s Shawn,” he said. “Pleased to meet you.”
I stared at his hand, shocked by his ballsy approach.
“But you don’t need to introduce yourself – I heard April call you Annie.” He glanced over my shoulder at April. “Like her. I mean, she’s a babe. Don’t get me wrong. But too skinny. Girls like that, you feel like you might break them when you’re…you know.” He grinned, as if he’d just cracked a funny joke instead of being totally tasteless.
Part of me wanted to tear into the asshole. The teacher, diplomatic as ever, came out first. “Listen, uh, Shawn. I’m kind of in the middle of some stuff right now. Nice meeting you, but I should get back to it.”
He shook his head, as if that answer wasn’t good enough for him. “You mean this?” he asked. He placed his fingertips on the top of my computer, pushing the screen forward and closed. “Technology, you know? It’s supposed to bring us together, but I find it just gets in the way.”
“Alright,” I said, my expression enough for most people to understand I wasn’t thrilled. “I’m trying to be nice here, but don’t touch my stuff.”
He shrugged, unbothered by my sharp tone. “Why not? Now we can talk to each other.”
“But I don’t want to talk to you,” I said, my voice showing my agitation. “I came here to get some work done, and that’s what I’m planning to do. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
“Hey,” he said. “I’m here to work too. I’m in finance.” He tugged on the lapel of his suit and raised his eyebrows. “But if there’s one thing worth taking a break for, it’s a beautiful woman like yourself.”
“Shawn, I’m not interested,” I stated. “You’re being a shithead right now, so I’m going to ask you one last time to leave me alone.”
“All my girlfriends say they thought I was a shithead at first. And I’ve had a lot of girlfriends. But they always end up seeing the light.” He smirked at me.
“Well, you and I are never going to be in that particular situation,” I told him. “Please leave.” I opened my computer and turned my attention to it, hoping he’d leave me alone before I had to make a scene.
“Come on,” he said, putting his hand on my computer again. “Quit being such a snob.”
I gasped, offended. “A snob? Why don’t you stop being such a fucking ass—”
I didn’t get a chance to finish. In the middle of my insult, a figure stepped up to the table and loomed over us both. I looked up, my eyes nearly popping out of my head when I saw the man.
He. Was. Handsome. Actually, handsome was about the most boring, mild way to put it. The man, whoever he was, looked like he was carved out of marble and dropped into a perfectly fitting suit. My pussy clenched at the sight of him, my nipples hardening under my shirt.
The man was tall and built, with broad shoulders and big hands. His face was chiseled, with a wide jaw and full lips set above a jutting, cleft chin. His eyes were a deep, striking blue, as brilliant as a pair of tiny lakes in the middle of a Colorado winter scape.
And he was all confidence, his posture strong and self-assured. I’d only seen him for a moment or two, but all I could think about was stripping him out of that nice suit and seeing what he had going on underneath. I clenched my thighs together, trying to take my mind off how turned on I was.
Then, he did something that I wasn’t expecting in the slightest. He kissed me. Not a full-on mouth kiss, just a quick peck on the cheek.
“There you are,” he said, stepping around the table and pulling up a chair. “I was about to text to you to see if you remembered we were meeting.”
I was stunned, too stunned to say anything. And the kiss, though I hadn’t asked for it, pushed my arousal up to eleven. A tight heat formed between my thighs, and I was on the verge of soaking through my panties.
He glanced at Shawn before I had a chance to say anything. “Am I interrupting something, babe?”
Frustration flashed on Shawn’s face. “Yeah, you are. I’m talking to my friend.”
The man gave