Page 15 of Lost Lyrebird

Ironic, since I feel the same about her.

“I can come back another day, that is… if you’re still hiring.”

“Oh, he’s definitely hiring.And if he wasn’t, I would be.Hell, girl, I’d open up another club just so you could grace the stage.”

She laughs.It’s airy and bright, as if it carries a touch of sunlight.Her eyes travel appreciatively over Bodie.A desire to kick him the fuck out of my club hits me out of nowhere.

He motions for me to respond to Lily.“Tell her.”And shoots me a look that says,Man the fuck up.Talk.To.The.Beautiful.Woman.

Clearing my throat does nothing to diminish the husky tone in my voice.“Could you come back tomorrow?”

A huge grin stretches across her sinfully luscious mouth.“Sure.When?”

Oh shit, that’s a full smile.It’s fucking devastating.Like heart-attack inducing.I nearly say noon and decide against it.I don’t want to appear eager as fuck.

“Would two p.m.work?”

She gets to her feet andfuuuck.Her legs are damn sexy, tanned, toned, and the sight I’m getting of her thighs due to her skirt having ridden up sends a surge of heat south.My dick’s feeling confined as fuck now.The seam of my briefs is probably imprinted on the fucker.

“Great.I’ll come then.”

Bodie chokes on his spit and has to pound his chest.

What the fuck did she just say?

When Bodie recovers, he rasps, “Is that a promise, sweetheart?Because I gotta say, I’m down for that.”He grins like a mad bastard, throwing his dimples into the mix.

Her smile falters.A flush creeps up her chest, contrasting against her blue blouse.Do my eyes stay on the swell of her cleavage longer than appropriate?Yes, they do.Can’t be helped, because Jesus Christ, her body is insane.

“Oh, Jeez.”She chuckles.“I mean… I’ll see you tomorrow at two.”

“Looking forward to it,” Bodie says.“Don’t want to miss the sight of you shakin’ that ass.”He leans back a bit for a better look.She grins and turns, giving him a better view and a saucy grin.Her ass is high, tight, and plump as hell, uncommon on such a thin frame.It’s like every inch of her was made with a man’s pleasure in mind.Every.Single.Fucking.Inch.

It makes a man imagine all sorts of dirty, sweat-filled, raw, and animalistic sex.Which is what fills my head as I stare up at her.

When she gives us one last sexy smile over her shoulder, Bodie flashes her his own killer grin.“You sure you want to work here, sweetheart?Say the word and I’ll open up an extra receptionist position at my auto body shop just for you.”

His offer, his blatant lust, and lecherous grin, have something rearing up inside me that I’ve never felt before, and it fucking tugs at my baser instincts, bringing them forward.

I can’t stand the thought of her being just another one of his used and discarded toys.One look, and I know she’s worth a whole hell of a lot more than that.

She doesn’t deign to reply to that comment, as she already gets that he’s full of shit and a jokester at heart.Instead, she tells him, “Put in a good word for me, will ya?”

“You got it.”

She gives us both a slight wave.“See ya tomorrow.”Then she’s sauntering off backstage.And yeah, the enthralling swing of her hips is a sight neither of us looks away from.

The second she’s out of sight, I curse under my breath and rub a hand over my mouth.

“She just jacked up your blood pressure, didn’t she?”Bodie laughs.

Fuck yeah, she did.

Bodie’s eyes stay on me for a moment, probably to make sure I’m solid, then he checks back in with the girl.The one lying on the floor that I’ve practically forgotten about.

I mentally scroll through my journals, cataloguing everything I know about Elle.It wouldn’t hurt to double-check some details.

Bodie shakes his head.“Don’t even go there.I see that look.”