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swirled around him, reminding him of the baklava they’d baked and the syrup they’d consumed. As if he could ever forget.
    Since Christopher had arrived, Braden hadn’t gotten a single minute alone with Lola. He wanted to finish what they’d started in the kitchen. But it was as if the world conspired to keep them apart, not to mention she ran out of the room whenever he stepped into it. She had shattered in his arms from the touch of his tongue on her hands. He’d never met a more responsive woman. He couldn’t wait to get her into his bed and show her what else he could do with his tongue. He wanted to tie her to his bedpost and drive her to climax over and over. She didn’t even need to touch him to get him hard and aching for her or to push him past the edge of no return. Although he hadn’t come quite as powerfully as she had, his dick had pulsed in release the moment he tasted her flesh on his tongue. If she’d caught on, she hadn’t mentioned it. He had a feeling she was too far gone to notice.
    This getting her to fall in love with him wouldn’t just be easy, it would be as enjoyable as spending a lazy day on the beach of the Mediterranean—his favorite way to escape the pressures of his life. If this morning was any indication, he’d never need his vacation getaway again. All he’d need was a few minutes with his head between Lola’s legs.
    When Lola finally looked up from her guitar, he snagged her gaze, feeling the magnetic pull. She ran her fingers through her hair then gave a quick wave of her hand in greeting. “Hey, guys, let’s take five.”
    The three members of her band, aptly named Wicked Muse, murmured their assent as she set her guitar down and descended from the stage. She bit her lip and plopped down on a stool on the other side of the bar from him. “What’s up?”
    Him.
    “Nothing. I wanted to check on—”
    Her phone played P!nk’s “So What,” and she slipped her cell from a clip on her skirt. She checked the display and held up a finger. “One second.”
    He nodded. Curious, he stuck around to eavesdrop, still polishing the same three glasses.
    “Hi. No, it’s fine, you caught me right before my first set,” she crooned in a tone he’d never heard her use before. Sickly sweet like cotton candy, it gave him an immediate toothache. It was the voice his mother used whenever she wanted something from her newest husband—usually something insanely expensive. “My last set ends at eleven,” she continued. “How can you miss me, Jon? We hung out a few days ago.” She giggled like a silly school girl. Made sense since Jon was old enough to be her father. Braden didn’t understand what she saw in the loser.
    How could she have come apart in his arms this afternoon then make plans to go out with another man?
    He watched her nibble on a nail as she listened to Jon . This wouldn’t do.
    “Excuse me, Lola?” he said, taking her hand from her mouth. If she was going to nibble on anything, it was going to be him.
    “Just a sec, Jon,” she said. She glared at him. “What?”
    “We’ve got work to do after your last set. You were gone all day, wasting what precious time we have to teach you everything you need to know. I do the restaurant’s weekly ordering tonight, but if you’d rather go out on a date—”
    She yanked her hand back and held it up in front of his face to stop him from talking. Instead, all he could think about was how he wanted a replay of this morning. His blood heated and rushed south. Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated, fixating on her hand. She quickly dropped it to her lap and the tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her upper lip. He didn’t have to guess she was also thinking about this morning.
    She remained gazing at him as she returned to her phone call. “Jon, I can’t make it. I’ve got a couple things to do here. Yeah, I agree, it’s not in my job description. Yep, the boss is an ass.”
    He frowned at her and she stuck her