My chi tea was called out just in time as Dodge turned and glared at me.
Spinning on my heels, I walked up and grabbed my drink and sauntered on over toward the hot guy in the corner. Sitting down, he glanced up and smiled. Trying to appear sexy in my Victoria’s Secret boyfriend pants and black Sam Hunt T-shirt, I smiled back.
Peeking up at the counter, I noticed Dodge was still talking to Jackie. Probably trying to pick her up. Asshole. Rolling my eyes, I let out a sigh and took a sip of my drink as I eye fucked the hell out of the hot guy. Tilting his head, he gave me a wink, stood up and walked over to me. Before he had a chance to sit down, Dodge walked up and kissed me on the cheek.
“Baby, you have no idea how much I missed you in my bed last night,” Dodge purred as he moved his lips down to my neck and licked it. Licked it! He fucking licked my neck.
Hot guy froze, as did I. What in the hell?
Raising his eyebrows, hot guy changed direction and headed right on out of Starbucks. I wanted to jump up and start shouting out for him to come back. Glancing up to Dodge, I shot him daggers.
“Do you have any idea how much I loathe you right now?”
Laughing, he pulled out a chair and sat down.
Dropping my mouth open, I said, “I don’t remember inviting you to sit down, but now that you chased off the only hot guy in the room . . . please, have a seat.”
Dodge chuckled and placed his hand over his heart as if mortally wounded. “Ouch.”
“What do you want anyway?” I asked as I took a sip of my tea.
Leaning back in his chair, Dodge rested his right foot on his left knee, and the way he stared at me caused my body to shudder. I prayed like hell he hadn’t noticed.
“You mentioned you were off; I figured you still came here for your morning coffee, so I took a chance.”
Pressing my lips in a fine line, I shook my head. “You took a chance? Did you need to talk to me about my divorce?”
Dodge’s smile lit up the room. God how I loved that damn smile of his. Ugh. Why did he have to be so damn good looking? And that stupid scruff on his face. I wondered what it would feel like against my skin? I bet he could take a girl to heaven and back with just the touch of that scruff against . . .
“Sierra? Are you even listening to me?”