Reaching over, I locked the door and sat down in a chair and motioned for the show to begin.
“Seriously, this is how you want to play this? I thought I was your client,” Sierra said as her eyes danced with excitement and my dick jumped at the thought of seeing her in her panties.
Nodding my head, I said, “Yep. Let’s pretend you’re just Sierra, the smart-ass, and I’m Dodge, the bartender. Hundred bucks you’re lying.”
Throwing her head back and laughing, Sierra placed her hand on her stomach to calm herself down.
“You’re staling, Mrs. Jackson.”
Biting down on her damn lip, Sierra tossed her purse down onto the table and hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her scrubs. My heart began pounding against my chest as I felt the sweat beginning to build on my forehead.
Turning around, she looked over her shoulder as she slowly slipped down her scrubs to reveal the string of her thong.
I’ve died and gone to heaven. Hands to yourself, Dodge. Hands to yourself. The moment that perfectly fine ass was revealed, I sucked in a breath. Turning around, she stood before me in a goddamn yellow thong that had rubber fucking ducks on it. Dropping my head back, I let out a moan as I reached down and adjusted my betraying dick.
Bringing my head forward, I stopped breathing when I came face to face with Sierra. She had her hands on the arms of my chair and was smiling a smile so amazing, I let out another moan.
“I hope you enjoyed the show, Dodge. It will be your only show. Unless you are willing to up the ante.”
Opening my mouth, I tried to speak but couldn’t. I was lost in her blue eyes.
Moving away from her, I got myself under control. What in the hell am I doing, and in my father’s conference room? “Um . . . I um . . . I’m sorry, Sierra. That was totally uncalled for and won’t be happening again.”
I needed to keep this business and I was doing a piss poor job of it. Hurt swam in Sierra’s eyes, but it was for the best. I had let things go too far and now it was coming back on me.
“You owe me a hundred bucks,” Sierra said as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door as I silently cursed myself.
The door shut quietly and I sat there alone . . . staring at the capitol building . . . cursing the day I ever met Sierra Jackson.
WALKING INTO STARBUCKS, I TOOK in a deep breath and let the aroma of coffee invade my body. It had been almost five days since I’d seen or talked to Dodge. I was now officially on vacation for the next two weeks.