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whiskey. If she knew Max—and she did, it would be good whiskey and that was just what she needed. “I’m collecting.”
She tossed it back and closed her eyes as it burned its way down her throat.
“You know Trey, if you’re forgetting the basics of civilized society—like how to introduce yourself to a beautiful woman, maybe you should trade me seats.”
Ressa cracked open an eye at that low voice. Smooth, practiced and all but oozing with charm. And so pathetically obvious. His eyes roamed over her in a patently familiar way and she pointedly met his gaze, then looked away.
“Trey’s just fine where he is,” she said. “After all, this will be the perfect time to ask him for a favor . . . considering he’d been loitering in my library all that time.”
She slid him a look as she said it, watched as his eyes widened.
“A favor.”
“Don’t worry.” She gave him a cheeky smile. “It’s almost completely painless.”
“Baron, don’t sulk. Ressa’s not switching seats anyway.” Max tipped an invisible hat toward him. “Ressa is my guest andI’m going to be selfish—you’d talk her ear off and I haven’t seen her in almost two years now. Far too long.”
He patted her shoulder and she shot him a grin.
He wasn’t being selfish. He knew her. He was keeping the peace. She knew far too much about Baron’s type—the sexist, piggish man-whore had never appealed to her.
Shifting more comfortably in her seat, she took another sip of whiskey. Trey Barnes had knocked her off course.
Over the next few minutes, introductions were made and she mentally filed them away, nodding and smiling. All the while, her brain was mentally whirling.
Trey.
Her sexy
CD
was Trey Barnes.
How was that possible?
Although, really, if she’d looked, she might have seen it.
If Farrah had actually been able to spend five seconds in his presence, she
probably
would
have seen it.
She settled into her seat and listened to the introductions, staying mostly quiet as the conversation flowed. It paused briefly as a server came around and took orders. Next to her, Trey shifted in his seat. She was painfully, acutely aware of the long, lean lines of muscle, tanned skin, elegant hands.
He glanced at her and she felt the rush of heat suffuse her. How she managed to just give him a casual smile, she just didn’t know.
He quirked a brow at her and then glanced up at the server. While he placed his order, Ressa tried to get a grip.
So not prepared for this
. Not for seeing him here. Had she bumped into him and he was one of the bloggers, that would have been hard enough, but finding out he was
the
author she was supposed to hunt down?
Shit
. He was probably on one of the extra panels Max wanted her to take over.
Which meant she’d be talking to him outside of this dinner, too.
Not prepared for that either!
Or for sitting next to him. He had a heady scent—cologne, very faint, though, mixed in with his soap, and under that, just
him
—it made her think of grass and the outdoors and sunshine. Sexy and male. She liked. So very much.
She definitely hadn’t been prepared to have those intense, blue green eyes focused on her again. His eyes could be classified as a weapon of mass devastation. Sleepy, heavily lashed and the kind of blue green you’d expect to find down in the tropics. Trey had the kind of eyes that could put woman into a swoon if he put his mind to it.
Would Farrah absolutely
hate
her if she gave into this crazy heat that grew hotter and hotter every second she was around him?
She was debating that very thing, had even decided that Farrah would understand. It was just one of those fantasy crushes, and besides, her best friend was crazy in love, and engaged. Besides, this was just a . . . thing. Some sort of fluke and once it was done and he was out of her system, she could go back to thinking straight.
Decision made, she cocked her head and turned to look at Trey as he was reaching for the glass in
She tossed it back and closed her eyes as it burned its way down her throat.
“You know Trey, if you’re forgetting the basics of civilized society—like how to introduce yourself to a beautiful woman, maybe you should trade me seats.”
Ressa cracked open an eye at that low voice. Smooth, practiced and all but oozing with charm. And so pathetically obvious. His eyes roamed over her in a patently familiar way and she pointedly met his gaze, then looked away.
“Trey’s just fine where he is,” she said. “After all, this will be the perfect time to ask him for a favor . . . considering he’d been loitering in my library all that time.”
She slid him a look as she said it, watched as his eyes widened.
“A favor.”
“Don’t worry.” She gave him a cheeky smile. “It’s almost completely painless.”
“Baron, don’t sulk. Ressa’s not switching seats anyway.” Max tipped an invisible hat toward him. “Ressa is my guest andI’m going to be selfish—you’d talk her ear off and I haven’t seen her in almost two years now. Far too long.”
He patted her shoulder and she shot him a grin.
He wasn’t being selfish. He knew her. He was keeping the peace. She knew far too much about Baron’s type—the sexist, piggish man-whore had never appealed to her.
Shifting more comfortably in her seat, she took another sip of whiskey. Trey Barnes had knocked her off course.
Over the next few minutes, introductions were made and she mentally filed them away, nodding and smiling. All the while, her brain was mentally whirling.
Trey.
Her sexy
CD
was Trey Barnes.
How was that possible?
Although, really, if she’d looked, she might have seen it.
If Farrah had actually been able to spend five seconds in his presence, she
probably
would
have seen it.
She settled into her seat and listened to the introductions, staying mostly quiet as the conversation flowed. It paused briefly as a server came around and took orders. Next to her, Trey shifted in his seat. She was painfully, acutely aware of the long, lean lines of muscle, tanned skin, elegant hands.
He glanced at her and she felt the rush of heat suffuse her. How she managed to just give him a casual smile, she just didn’t know.
He quirked a brow at her and then glanced up at the server. While he placed his order, Ressa tried to get a grip.
So not prepared for this
. Not for seeing him here. Had she bumped into him and he was one of the bloggers, that would have been hard enough, but finding out he was
the
author she was supposed to hunt down?
Shit
. He was probably on one of the extra panels Max wanted her to take over.
Which meant she’d be talking to him outside of this dinner, too.
Not prepared for that either!
Or for sitting next to him. He had a heady scent—cologne, very faint, though, mixed in with his soap, and under that, just
him
—it made her think of grass and the outdoors and sunshine. Sexy and male. She liked. So very much.
She definitely hadn’t been prepared to have those intense, blue green eyes focused on her again. His eyes could be classified as a weapon of mass devastation. Sleepy, heavily lashed and the kind of blue green you’d expect to find down in the tropics. Trey had the kind of eyes that could put woman into a swoon if he put his mind to it.
Would Farrah absolutely
hate
her if she gave into this crazy heat that grew hotter and hotter every second she was around him?
She was debating that very thing, had even decided that Farrah would understand. It was just one of those fantasy crushes, and besides, her best friend was crazy in love, and engaged. Besides, this was just a . . . thing. Some sort of fluke and once it was done and he was out of her system, she could go back to thinking straight.
Decision made, she cocked her head and turned to look at Trey as he was reaching for the glass in
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