Dirty Thoughts by Megan Erickson

continued to prod Dylan, who answered back with insults of his own.
    Max and his girlfriend were still debating Family Feud hosts, and it would have been completely, completely embarrassing if it hadn’t been hilarious.
    Christopher MacMillan had hired Jenna to fix the image of his company, and here he was, the CEO with his family, in a restaurant full of the Tory elite who were eager to gossip, throwing down with the Paytons.
    Jenna knew she’d get blamed for this, for bringing the Paytons into this . . . circle of their lives. But right now, in the midst of chaos, she didn’t really care. She took a gulp of her wine, looked up, and met Cal’s piercing gaze.
    She’d expected him to join the fray. Or glare, or hell, she expected him to have walked out of the restaurant already. That’s what he would have done before. But nope, he was watching her quietly with those slate eyes. They were unreadable at first. She thought about flipping him off or haughtily turning up her nose. But Cal hated that kind of attitude. And she didn’t want to do it anyway. Especially not as those eyes began to change, darken, as they studied her. As they really looked at her. His gaze dropped to where she held the wine glass stem between her thumb and forefinger. Then his eyes lingered on the neckline of her low-cut dress, and then they coasted up, up until they locked on hers again. When an outstretched hand knocked over a water glass on their table, Cal’s lips twitched. Almost imperceptibly. But she saw it. Along with that twinkle in his eye.
    He thought this was funny too. Hilarious, even.
    She stretched her lips into a closed-mouth smile, then shook her head.
    He grinned back and blinked once, twice, and then he was moving toward her.
    His silent saunter in her direction was like slow motion in the chaos of the scene around them. He didn’t take his eyes off her as he walked around the table, that shirt stretched across his broad chest, the top button open so she got a glimpse of a sliver of skin. When he was behind her, she stayed facing forward, not really seeing anything, because every other sense was hyper-focused on him. Focused on how he had smiled as he walked toward her, that sexy smirk. Focused on how his heartbeat pounded as his chest now brushed the back of her head. Focused on how he leaned down, his breath coasting over the fine hairs at the back of her neck. She closed her eyes, relishing his heat at her back.
    “Even in this fancy place”—his voice was a vibration she felt in every limb—“you outshine everyone.”
    And then his heat was gone.
    The raised voices around her dulled to mutters. And when she opened her eyes to turn around, the Payton family was leaving the restaurant, Cal at the helm.
    Her first thought was, Take me with you.
    Instead, she turned around and faced her family, swallowing the rest of her wine along with an overdose of glares, heavy sighs, and guilt, courtesy of her family.

Chapter Eight
    C AL IDLED HIS Harley at the stop sign. He stared down Jenna’s street and chewed on the corner of his thumb until it bled. Then he started on the other hand.
    He should turn around and go home. After that night in his tow truck, he’d vowed to stay away from Jenna. Despite his resolve, she consumed his thoughts to the point of distraction. He’d stuck to his guns, right up until he’d seen her at the damn restaurant tonight.
    Among all those people there dressed to the nines, Jenna had stood out. The beautiful smile, that mass of hair. It’d been like the sun beamed down on her from a skylight above her head. Only her. Like usual, his Sunshine was the brightest in the room. She’d shined like a beacon through that shit-show.
    She’d given him that smile, the one that made him feel like they were on their own private island, despite the chaos around them. The rest of the world went dark, and it was just her, and she had eyes only for him, making him feel like the most important thing on