Page 34 of Irresistible Temptation
She shrugged. “I’m good with numbers.”
I had the urge to tell her she was good at other things too, but held my tongue.
“And you?” she asked, twirling fettuccine on her fork as she looked at me curiously. “Wasthiswhat you always wanted to do?”
“I knew I always wanted something that was my own. I didn’t want to work for anyone else.”
“So, you became your own boss.”
“Exactly.”
“You never had a job where someone told you what to do?” she asked. I was surprised she didn’t ask what most people did.
How did you do it? How did you start?
I smiled, thinking back to high school, growing up in a middle-class family. I didn’t talk about it much. Only when it benefited me in trying to relate to people, or make it seem like I had an inspiring “up and coming” story.
“I worked at a frozen yogurt shop,” I said.
Juliet choked on a noodle and reached for her drink, wide-eyed.
“You did not!” she said, laughing.
“I did. I weighed the toppings and everything.”
“Did you wear a little apron?” she said, eyeing me up and down.
“And a matching visor.”
She shook her head, as if imagining it.
“I also worked at a diner. A sporting goods place. Even an Irish pub, where I tried my hand at being a bouncer.”
“How didthatgo?” she asked.
“Not for me,” I said, shaking my head. “But I did like that little bit of power.”
“Of course, you did.” She rolled her eyes before looking at me intently. “You had a lot of odd jobs.”
“I had to. I was trying to pay my way through school.” I shrugged.
“You almost sound just like a normal person,” she said with a smirk.
“I’mverynormal.”
“Suuuure. I’ve seen your place, you know. That’s not normal.”
She seemed to realize what she had said, and looked around nervously as if someone might have heard her. I put up my hand and waved her off before reaching for the bag between us.
“Dessert?” I asked.
“Duh.”
I laughed, pulling out a box containing a tiramisu cupcake and a slice of cheesecake.
“Which one?” I asked, opening the lid and holding it out to her.
She plucked up the cupcake and began peeling the wrapper. Bringing it to her lips, she ran her tongue across the vanilla bean-specked icing before savoring it in her mouth. It was impossible not to look, remembering how her tongue felt swirling around my cock that was now growing hard in my slacks.
