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SNEAK PEEK #5 from ASKING FOR TROUBLE
November 22, 2013
As soon as the heat-inducing words left her mouth, Daniel and Matt returned with their round of drinks. Brent wanted to growl at his friends’ shitty timing. He and Hayden both retreated, him reluctantly leaning back in his chair, Hayden crossing those mysterious legs. Damn. Just how far was she willing to take this game? He might not like her, he might resent the hell out of her superior attitude, but he’d sure as hell love to find out once and for all what lay at the top of those stockings. No way would she let him get that far, though. Wouldn’t want his dirty, workingman’s hands on her perfectly toned thighs.
Daniel’s chair scraped back, snapping him out of his thoughts. “She’s here.”
“Thank God,” he and Hayden muttered at the same time, followed by a mutual eye-roll.
Brent stood, unable to stop his sigh of relief when he saw Story walking toward them wearing a huge smile and waving in their direction. Daniel lifted her into a bear hug, then sat her down on his lap. Two months later, Brent could still hardly believe how fast and hard his womanizing best friend had fallen. If he wasn’t so damn happy for the guy, he would have groaned at the way Daniel couldn’t stop staring at the sunny, fedora-wearing blonde perched on his lap.
“You guys like the hat I bought on the way here?” Story looked between the guys and Hayden. “Am I hat girl?”
Hayden tilted her head. “You could definitely be hat girl. I’d like to see more options, though. Top hat, beanie…maybe the kind with the spinner on top?”
“A Mets hat,” Brent interjected.
Story laughed and stroked the back of Daniel’s neck. “So what are we doing tonight?
Mexican food? I could drink my weight in sangria—”
Daniel shook his head, unsettling the hat. “My place.”
“Already? I just got here.” Story looked surprised, but when Daniel whispered something against her ear, she took a shaky breath and nodded. “Your place it is.”
“Brent, Matt, can you—” Daniel started.
“Don’t worry.” Brent gave Hayden a slow grin. “I’ll make sure Ms. Winstead gets home.”
Daniel didn’t wait for a response, taking Story’s hand and dragging her from the bar.
“Bye, guys!” Story called over her shoulder.
Hayden gave her friend a halfhearted salute, then refocused on Brent. “I’m not letting you drive me anywhere. You’ve been drinking.”
Brent held up the bottle so she could see the label. “Nonalcoholic.” He barely contained his laughter when her chin only went up another notch. “I don’t drink during the week.”
“Lucky me,” she said under her breath.
“That would be the plan.”
Hayden’s eyes widened as he tossed her words back in her face, right in front of Matt.
Matt not-so-discreetly checked his watch. “Damn, would you look at the time?” He pushed back his chair, then followed in Daniel and Story’s wake. “Try not to kill each other. I like this place.”
“You ready to call it a night, too?” Brent picked up his fresh beer and winked at Hayden. “Or do you want to keep going?”
“Call it a night?” She tossed her hair back over one shoulder. “We’re only getting started.”
If he winks at me one more time, I’m going to introduce his nuts to my size seven stiletto.
Hayden Winstead circled her ankle slowly underneath the bo...