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club shining all over, he looked even more handsome. He looked at us with a casual smirk. There was an “I don’t give a fuck” vibe about the way he carried himself.
“Hey gorgeous,” Ian said as his eyes fixated on me. He grinned before he kissed my hand as though he was a debonair gentleman. He looked like a regular working class guy, like a carpenter or maybe a plumber. Ian never took those beautiful blue eyes off me, even as we walked to our booth and sat down. He deliberately sat next to me, leaving Piper to sit next to her brother.
“Maybe now you’ll let me buy you a drink?” Ian asked me.
“Water,” I answered. My mouth suddenly felt dry as I stared at the intricate tattoos etched on his biceps. I noticed a Celtic cross on his right forearm. It made sense; The man had a strong Boston accent. So sexy. Maybe Ian is the kind of guy I should try to date, if I want to date at all. He seems down to earth, and he finds me attractive without the rules of a contract. It didn’t make sense how he and Jackson were friends. They seemed like complete opposites, but Travis and Mason were complete opposites in so many ways as well. Travis sported the rocker grunge while Mason often visited our apartment in his Armani. Sometimes opposites attract… I guess.
We ordered appetizers and a few beers. Ian drank Guinness and let me take a sip. I flinched at the strong taste. If I drank beer, it was the pale ale. He laughed at the disgusted face I made. Even though Mason was still in the back of my mind, I was enjoying Ian’s company. He was naturally very flirty and I really liked that. It wasn’t hard to talk to him or joke around with him. He was charismatic and could make conversation easily.
Elyse showed up as our food arrived at the table.
“Sorry I’m late. I’m so late. The bus broke down- again! I couldn’t wave a cab for the life of me. Damn cabs won’t stop unless you’re dressed in some expensive shit-”
She stopped her vent when her eyes fell on Jackson. Her face suddenly flushed when she realized he was staring at her with a smirk.
“Sorry. No offense or anything,” she mumbled as she squeezed in next to me forcefully. And just like that, she clammed up and turned the lights off.
“You should have called Jillian. I would have sent my car if I had known,” Jackson said smoothly with a smile. His tone was all business, but I doubt he looked at his business associates the way he was looking at Elyse.
“I don’t need anyone’s help.” Her response was a mumble and she reached for a fry from my plate. Jackson’s gaze was intense as he studied her. Then, his brow furrowed slightly, and he looked away.
Awkward.
“So Jax, how do you know Ian?” I asked, before taking a sip of my beer.
“Oh that’s easy. His uncle introduced us,” Ian explained with his lazy smirk.
“It’s not that easy. I was helping my Uncle James with some major proposals. This goes years back, when Mason was still working on his MBA so he wasn’t available much. Uncle James hired Ian as the consultant to deal with the takeover of a company in Singapore.”
“Interesting. I didn’t realize Uncle James needed a consultant for that case,” Piper added. She looked to Ian. “What type of consultant are you?” She took a gulp from the frothy ale in her glass.
“My expertise is settling disputes over hostile takeovers,” Ian gave a charming grin as he stretched. His arm casually landed across my shoulders. My face flushed, but I liked him, so I said nothing about it.
“Interesting. So you can mingle and play nice with people at work,” Piper teased her brother.
“Oh, I can do more than play nice.” Jackson smirked, but did not look at Elyse.
Elyse busied herself with a few more fries from my plate, and looked relieved when the waitress brought her beer to the table. Something was clearly going on between
“Hey gorgeous,” Ian said as his eyes fixated on me. He grinned before he kissed my hand as though he was a debonair gentleman. He looked like a regular working class guy, like a carpenter or maybe a plumber. Ian never took those beautiful blue eyes off me, even as we walked to our booth and sat down. He deliberately sat next to me, leaving Piper to sit next to her brother.
“Maybe now you’ll let me buy you a drink?” Ian asked me.
“Water,” I answered. My mouth suddenly felt dry as I stared at the intricate tattoos etched on his biceps. I noticed a Celtic cross on his right forearm. It made sense; The man had a strong Boston accent. So sexy. Maybe Ian is the kind of guy I should try to date, if I want to date at all. He seems down to earth, and he finds me attractive without the rules of a contract. It didn’t make sense how he and Jackson were friends. They seemed like complete opposites, but Travis and Mason were complete opposites in so many ways as well. Travis sported the rocker grunge while Mason often visited our apartment in his Armani. Sometimes opposites attract… I guess.
We ordered appetizers and a few beers. Ian drank Guinness and let me take a sip. I flinched at the strong taste. If I drank beer, it was the pale ale. He laughed at the disgusted face I made. Even though Mason was still in the back of my mind, I was enjoying Ian’s company. He was naturally very flirty and I really liked that. It wasn’t hard to talk to him or joke around with him. He was charismatic and could make conversation easily.
Elyse showed up as our food arrived at the table.
“Sorry I’m late. I’m so late. The bus broke down- again! I couldn’t wave a cab for the life of me. Damn cabs won’t stop unless you’re dressed in some expensive shit-”
She stopped her vent when her eyes fell on Jackson. Her face suddenly flushed when she realized he was staring at her with a smirk.
“Sorry. No offense or anything,” she mumbled as she squeezed in next to me forcefully. And just like that, she clammed up and turned the lights off.
“You should have called Jillian. I would have sent my car if I had known,” Jackson said smoothly with a smile. His tone was all business, but I doubt he looked at his business associates the way he was looking at Elyse.
“I don’t need anyone’s help.” Her response was a mumble and she reached for a fry from my plate. Jackson’s gaze was intense as he studied her. Then, his brow furrowed slightly, and he looked away.
Awkward.
“So Jax, how do you know Ian?” I asked, before taking a sip of my beer.
“Oh that’s easy. His uncle introduced us,” Ian explained with his lazy smirk.
“It’s not that easy. I was helping my Uncle James with some major proposals. This goes years back, when Mason was still working on his MBA so he wasn’t available much. Uncle James hired Ian as the consultant to deal with the takeover of a company in Singapore.”
“Interesting. I didn’t realize Uncle James needed a consultant for that case,” Piper added. She looked to Ian. “What type of consultant are you?” She took a gulp from the frothy ale in her glass.
“My expertise is settling disputes over hostile takeovers,” Ian gave a charming grin as he stretched. His arm casually landed across my shoulders. My face flushed, but I liked him, so I said nothing about it.
“Interesting. So you can mingle and play nice with people at work,” Piper teased her brother.
“Oh, I can do more than play nice.” Jackson smirked, but did not look at Elyse.
Elyse busied herself with a few more fries from my plate, and looked relieved when the waitress brought her beer to the table. Something was clearly going on between
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