She smirked. “Then you’ll know where I live. I think that’s moving too fast. Why don’t I meet you? It’s not a problem.”
“Okay, have it your way. This time. But on the next date, my driver and I will pick you up.”
“Oh, you’re that confident that there’ll be a second date?”
“I sure hope there will be.”
“Adelina, are you on tonight? Sally needs you in the back,” Murph stated, interrupting the moment. She knew she looked flushed. Hell, she could feel the perspiration under her cleavage and down her spine.
She pulled back and looked toward Murph. “Tell her I’m coming.”
Raymond tapped her waist.
“You’re busy. I’m sorry to bother you at work. Here’s my number. Call and I’ll confirm the place and time on Sunday.”
“Okay. Thank you. I’ll call you.”
“You’d better.” He placed his finger under her chin and gave her a wink. He looked really sexy. “Good night.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek.
She watched him walk away, and saw the women eyeing him. But he didn’t pay attention to them. Raymond turned and looked at her, winked, and then walked through the crowd until she could no longer see him.
She turned around.
“Who the hell is that?” Murph asked, sending her back into the present. She cleared her throat and pushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek.
“That is my first step in a new direction.”
* * * *
“Who the hell was that guy?” Flynn asked Jett once they got rid of Tess and her friends.
“I don’t know. Did he look familiar to you?” Jett asked as they made their way to the back room. The guys were going to start showing up soon for poker night.
“No. He looked awfully friendly with Adelina. He practically had his hand on her ass,” Flynn stated, and he heard the anger in his voice. He felt it in his chest. He was jealous. He had an opportunity to come clean with Adelina or at minimum, tell her that he was attracted to her, but he didn’t want to destroy their friendship.
Yeah, right. That was bullshit. I’m too afraid to take the chance, and perhaps hurt her or lose her. She’s too important. I’ve gone out with dozens of women. Adelina witnessed it and never let on to any jealousy or insult. So why do I feel like shit right now? Why do I feel like hitting someone?
“I feel like hitting someone or something,” Jett stated, and Flynn swung his head to look at his brother.
The man was trying to straighten out the deck of cards, the basket of pretzels, and the napkins that were already in place, thanks to Adelina.
“I was just thinking the same thing.”
“We should call her in here,” Jett stated, and he looked upset. Flynn could tell when his brother was hashing something over. He was biting the inside of his cheek and his eyes looked darker. Flynn wondered what thoughts were going through Jett’s head right now. Obviously, they both wanted to know who the guy was that showed up tonight for Adelina.
“We can’t do that. What the hell are we going to ask her?” Flynn asked then released an annoyed sigh.
Jett mulled it over a moment. “Fuck. You’re right. We can’t. We can, however, find out who the guy is.”
“How?”
Jett looked at Flynn and then they both smiled and said at the same time, “Murph.”
The door opened and an abundance of laughter filled the room. The guys had arrived, and talking to Murph would have to wait until later tonight.
“The place is kicking out there, and Adelina, holy shit, does she look good,” Cash stated.
“She looks really attractive in anything. But that dress, and the way it snugs her body. Damn. Someone ought to scoop that chick up,” Zane added.