CHAPTER TWELVE
By three a.m. most of the clean-up was done. The dancers were gone, and the waitresses were starting to say goodnight.
Since she’d sashayed out of his office after that kiss, Colt struggled to concentrate. His ears were still ringing. She wanted a s****l relationship. Just like that, she’d put it out there. Upfront worked for her… though not so much for him. Now all he could think about was getting n***d with her.
In the background, a waitress brought over a stack of empty glasses. Colt still stared into his.
“You can take off,” Blaser said to her.
“Will you be around for a while?” Lyssa’s voice rattled his thoughts. “Or are you eager to get out of here?”
There she was, six feet away, talking to his brother. Damn, she was beautiful, even at three in the morning.
“I’ll
