Page 72 of Night and Day

“I heard he kissed her forehead.” Sierra grinned. “And was all uber protective. Everyone’s talking about it.”

Great, just great. I gulped more margarita.

“I bought this new syrup.” Sierra held up a bottle. “It’s Turkish and made from figs. It’s meant to be awesome and an aphrodisiac.”

Allie groaned. “Your special additionsneverwork.”

Sierra poured a splash in her drink. “But they might. One day, I might hit the jackpot.” She lifted her glass, sipped, then poked her tongue out. “Oh, that’s awful.”

Allie rolled her eyes. “What do you need an aphrodisiac for, you’re single?”

“A girl can hope.” Sierra tipped her cocktail down the sink.

“We’ll stick with what we know.” Jazz started mixing up another batch of drinks in the blender.

Allie slid onto a stool and grabbed her glass. “What we know is that Tessa has the hots for her billionaire.”

“No, I don’t,” I said while ignoring my inner hussy screeching that I was a liar. “And he’s not mine.”

“She’s already let him tune her engine.” Sierra waggled her eyebrows. “Several times. We definitely know that.”

“I had no idea he was a billionaire then.” I took a big gulp of margarita. “And now we’re working together and keeping things…professional.” I looked away.

“Ah-ha, that’s your tell.” Allie pointed at me. “You can never hold anyone’s gaze when you lie.”

“I’m not lying.”

“But you’re holding something back.”

I felt like I was in a police interrogation.

“After the chandelier incident, Langston went all alpha male protective. One of my housekeepers heard him yelling at Broody in his office. He was mad you almost got hit by the chandelier.”

Hearing that made my stomach go warm. I reached up and touched the small cut on my cheek. “He was the target.”

“Well, he wasn’t acting like a CEO with his hotel manager. He was acting like a man worried about his woman.”

“I’mnothis woman.” I drank more margarita and looked away again.

“You slept with him,” Allie exclaimed. “Again!”

“Ooh,” Sierra exclaimed.

Jazz watched, wide-eyed.

“No. Not… exactly.”

Allie arched a brow. “Either you did or didn’t. This isn’t a maybe situation.”

“We didn’t go all the way. We kissed and…” I took another sip of my drink.

“How many orgasms this time?” Sierra teased.

I hesitated for a second. “Two.”

“God, this man.” Allie threw up her hands. “He’s clearly no greedy, selfish billionaire.”

I dropped to the stool beside her. “We’re having dinner tomorrow. In the penthouse.”