There was a lot to like in all he’d said and I gave him a bemused smile. “I take it you expect me to return the gesture of info dumping.”
He grinned at me. “It would be nice.”
I felt that flutter in my belly again. “Stop flirting with me, Craig,” I repeated solemnly.
His grin changed to a coaxing smile. “Not possible, Rain.”
I sighed and glanced surreptitiously over my shoulder.
Still no Angus.
“You know if you tell me something I might stop pestering you completely,” he offered.
I tried to discern whether he meant it or not and decided I couldn’t tell. Hoping he was serious, I nodded. “My name is Rain Alexander. I own an online clothing boutique with my younger sister, Darcy. It’s called Darraign and we’re doing quite well with it. We design the clothes together and I handle the business side and manufacturing. Darcy is the dressmaker. Most of our stuff is manufactured but we sell limited-edition pieces that Darcy handcrafts. I’m extremely independent and always have been, I know what I want and what I don’t want and I have no room for compromise. I like the color red, I like romance novels and historical dramas. I always say what I mean and I never accept less than what I want from a man.”
Craig’s gaze grew heated at my final words. “In the bedroom or in life?”
My skin flushed at the thoughts I saw swirling in his gaze. “Both,” I whispered.
Our gazes locked and the heat between us intensified as the rest of the bar just melted away, darkness blurring my peripheral vision so all I could see was him. My eyes fell to his mouth and I wondered how he would kiss. Would his kisses be soft, coaxing . . . or would they be deep, drugging . . .
A loud cackle from a girl behind me snapped me out my reverie and I jerked back in my stool, breaking the moment between us.
Craig threw an irritated look over my shoulder before sighing. When he looked at me again, the heat in his eyes was no longer boiling, but simmering quietly. “You own your own company,” he said forcibly, his voice a little thick. He cleared his throat. “That’s impressive.”
I shrugged.
“Should we add modesty to the things I know about you?”
My shrug wasn’t out of modesty. I knew having my own successful company was an impressive feat and as nice as it was to hear, I didn’t need Craig’s opinion to know that. “I’m not particularly modest, no.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Not modest. Interesting. You said your company was called Darraign.” He gently grabbed my left wrist and turned my arm so that he could see the tattoo inscribed on the inside of my bicep. “You have your company name tattooed on you.” He frowned. “Darraign. As in Darcy and Raign?”
“My name is spelled like the weather, R-a-i-n. But yes, Darcy and Rain. Darraign.”
“Why the different spelling, then?” He rubbed his thumb over the inside of my wrist again and that small touch caused a lustful tightening in my breasts. I extricated my hand from him.
“Do you know what Darraign means?”
He grunted in amusement. “I didn’t even know it was a word.”
I nodded and looked down at my tattoo, drawing my red painted fingernails over the curled script that spelled out the word. “It means to vindicate. To justify or prove.”
When our eyes met again Craig’s were filled with something . . . something I couldn’t quite identify. “What?” I said softly.
“I think you just might be more than a little magnificent,” he said.
This compliment hit me square in the chest. It affected me in a way “beautiful” could never. “You don’t know me.”
“Then sit there and let me get to know you.”
Since I had no choice to sit there until Angus showed up, I ordered another wine and I nursed it for the next few hours as I waited.
During my wait Craig was never far from me. We were interrupted when more customers came in and the bar grew busier and noisier, but whenever he could get away he came back to chat to me. This time our chatter was more lighthearted as we discussed the people around us and he tried his best to make me laugh.
As three a.m. drew nearer and the club began to empty, I paid my tab and slid off my stool.
Craig’s arm shot across the bar and his large hand wrapped around mine to stop me. Desire blazed in his eyes. “Let me walk you home, Rain.”
Knowing exactly what he was asking, I shook my head sadly, wishing he were a different kind of man. “I don’t do one-night stands, Craig. I’m not that girl.”
I tugged my hand out of his grasp and walked out of the bar.
As I jumped in a taxi outside, I wrapped my arms around myself and willed away the disappointment I felt.
I was gutted.
It wasn’t every day you met someone who made your skin heat and your body spark, who made you laugh and took you at face value. Craig really seemed to like me despite my inability to flirt with him and my inability to be coy. I was forthright, and many men found that off-putting. Not Craig though.
And still it wasn’t enough.
I was still just another body he wanted to fuck.
I decided I disliked him a little for that.
Or maybe it was my dislike of Angus transferring to Craig.
Angus.
I squeezed my eyes closed, groaning. He didn’t turn up and if he had I’d probably have been too distracted to notice.
Oh, this would never do.
I had to force Craig from my mind, and I needed to start getting serious about revenge.
Craig
I have a date tonight. His name is Drew Michaels. He’s my age. Divorced. We’re meeting at D’Alessandro’s at 7:30 tonight. Love Mum xx
Craig stared at the text message he’d just woken up to and groaned.
It was happening already.
Fucking hell.
He flopped back down on his pillow at the exact moment his phone started buzzing in his hand. He brought it up to his bleary gaze.
Stevie Calling.
He answered. “Aye?”
“Sorry, man, did I wake you?”
“I was already up. Barely. You alright?”
“Aye, just wondering if you wanted to come out for dinner tonight? Audrey’s bringing her friend Natasha. I wasn’t supposed to tell you that but unlike my girlfriend I don’t want to ambush you.”
Craig grunted. He and Stevie had been friends since high school, and Stevie had been with Audrey just as long. Neither Audrey nor Stevie believed in marriage, but after ten years together they showed no signs of wanting anybody else either.
Her closeness with Stevie meant Audrey couldn’t understand why anybody would want to remain single. She’d been trying to set up Craig with her friends for almost as long as she’d been with Stevie.
“Thanks for the heads-up, and I’ll pass.” He rubbed his eyes as he sat up, trying to fully wake up.
“Oh? Seeing someone? And by someone I mean your usual casual fuck?”
You’d be surprised, mate. “Nah, I hooked up with a lassie a week or so ago, but I’ve not met anybody since.” Not entirely true. He had met someone but she didn’t do one-night stands. He scowled remembering Rain’s words: I don’t do one-night stands, Craig. I’m not that girl. He’d fucked up by making it about sex right off the bat.
But if it wasn’t about sex, then what was it about?
Did he actually want to date this girl?
She got under his skin, aye . . . but dating? He wasn’t so sure about that.
It was probably best she’d walked out of the bar last weekend and not come back.
So why did he still feel so bloody disappointed?
“You there, mate?”
Craig jolted out his reverie at his friend’s voice. “Sorry. Still waking up.”
“So I’ve to tell Audrey you’re not coming? Have you got an excuse I can use? Because if I tell her I told you about Natasha she’ll be pissed off at me.”
He thought of the text he just got. “
Tell her my mum’s going on a date this evening and I promised I’d be on call if she needed me to come get her. Plus I’m working at eight. Not really enough time for a proper dinner date, is it?”
“So your mum’s really going to do this Internet-dating malarkey, then?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Well, hope it goes alright, bud. I’ll let you go.”
“Speak to you later.”
They hung up and Craig reluctantly got out of bed to face what was left of the day.
* * *
“You’re checking your phone more than Jo does.”
Craig glanced at his colleague Alistair. It was back to the usual Friday team of Craig, Alistair, and Joss. “My mum is on a date. I said I’d come get her if she needed me.”
Alistair grimaced. “A date? Your mum?”
He groaned. “A date.”
“That’s fucking awful, mate.”
“Ugh.” Joss strode by them. “You men need to grow up. Mothers have sex lives too. How do you think you were born?”
“Like Jesus,” Alistair said straight-faced. “And no other fucker is telling me different.”
“I’m telling you different.” Joss poured rum into the glass she was holding and grinned evilly at him. “Your mothers had hot sweaty sex with your fathers . . . and better yet . . . they loved it.”
Craig thought of the vomit he had to clean up in the men’s bathroom last week because the cleaner had called in sick that night. It did the job of pushing out the imagery Joss was trying to plant in their brains.
“You’re a sick lady, Joss.” Alistair tutted. “A mean, sick, sick lady.”
She laughed at them and wandered back down the bar to her customer.
The bar wasn’t bouncing yet since it was still early on in the night, giving Craig plenty of free time to glance at his phone every five seconds.
He was busy staring at his phone when he heard Alistair ask a customer what he could get them.
“A glass of Fuligni, please.”
Craig’s head jerked up at the voice and he felt this overwhelming lightness in his chest at the sight of Rain sitting at the bar. “I’ll get it, Alistair,” he said automatically, and Rain’s gaze flicked uneasily to him.
He didn’t blame her, he supposed. She’d made it clear she wasn’t up for a one-night stand. Surprisingly that hadn’t put him off. He wanted to know why she was coming to the club every weekend. He wanted to know who she was looking for and what she was up to.
He wanted to talk to her. She was singular in that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so eager to be around a specific someone.
Alistair raised an eyebrow at him.
Craig shrugged. “I know her.”
“Right.” Alistair grinned and drifted off down the bar, probably to gossip with Joss. He was worse than a woman sometimes.
Trying to act casual when he felt anything but, Craig set about getting Rain her glass of wine. He caught her eyes as he turned back to her, and held her stare as he placed the glass down on the bar in front of her.
She lowered her long lashes, hiding her gorgeous big dark eyes from him.
Fuck, but she was beautiful.
His eyes drifted over her. Her hair was styled in much the same way as before but tonight she was wearing a forties-style dress that was a pinky-purple color. This dress showed more cleavage and she wore a silver necklace with an elaborate key as a pendant that nestled invitingly between said cleavage.
His eyes drifted up as a hot blood rushed to his dick.
Her full mouth was painted the same color as her dress.
He’d never wanted to kiss someone so badly.
Rain’s gaze was still on her glass so she hadn’t read the thoughts he was sure were clear in his eyes. And he wanted her to. He wanted her to know just how goddamn stunning he thought she was, even if she did think his opinion meant nothing.
“How have you been?” He leaned against the bar and her fruity-floral perfume drifted over him, making him want to nuzzle her neck to find the point of origin.
“Fine.” Rain finally looked up, her expression carefully blank. “And you?”
He smirked at her monosyllabic answer. “My mother is on a date right now, so I’ve been better.”
Humor lightened her eyes. “Oh dear. How uncomfortable for you.”
He grinned. “Understatement, darlin’.”
“She’ll be fine.”
He pulled out his phone and set it on the bar between them. “She knows to call me if she’s not.”
Rain tipped her head to the side, scrutinizing him. “And would you drop everything to go and help her?”
“Absolutely.”
“Even a gorgeous redhead who makes it clear she’ll sleep with you if you stay?”
He was more than a little irritated that she had to ask such a question, but he hid it. Instead he leaned closer, his voice lowering with his desire for her. “Even a mysterious and beautiful jitterbug with bright pink lips.”
She swallowed hard. The gesture was subtle and he would have missed it if he hadn’t been studying her so carefully. Craig was convinced she wasn’t as unaffected by him as she pretended to be. It was the reason he was chatting to her again, wanting to uncover all her secrets. “Fuchsia,” she whispered. “My lip color is fuchsia.”
Craig stared at her lips, picturing her pressed up against the nearest wall as he kissed the living daylights out of her. “Does it rub off easy?”
“Not this again, Craig,” she said softly.
Their gazes met again, hers defiant, his heated. “I can’t seem to help myself.”
“Well, try.”
“I don’t think you really want me to . . . or you wouldn’t keep coming back.”
She gave a huff of laughter. “You think I keep coming back here for you? Well, aren’t you nice and full of yourself.”
He grinned at her. “If not me then who?”
“No one you know.”
Before he could question her any further, customers seemed to pour into the bar in one big drove and he was diverted by the attentions of his job. Ten minutes later he was in the middle of pouring a customer a lager when Joss stopped beside him.
She smirked up at him. “Your gorgeous brunette says your phone is ringing.”
He glanced down the bar and saw Rain waving his phone at him. He’d clearly left it with her. “Shit. It might be my mum. Can you take over for this customer? It’s this lager and I’ve still to get him a JD and Coke.”
“Got it.” Joss took the lager from him, and Craig hurried down the bar to Rain.
“A text from ‘Mum’ popped up on the screen,” Rain said, handing him the phone. “Thought you might want to know.”
“Thanks.” He gave her a tight smile and quickly pulled up the text.
I had a wonderful night. Drew was a gentleman. I’m home safe and sound so you can stop worrying and get on with work. Talk to you later. Love, Mum xx
Craig sighed in relief.
Glad to hear it. I’ll call around tomorrow. Night.
“Everything alright?” Rain said.
He looked at her and was surprised to find she appeared to genuinely care. Christ, he wanted to kiss her so fucking badly. Why was she here? What the hell was going on with her? Craig suddenly found himself irrationally angry and he knew it was because Rain Alexander was a mystery that was beginning to frustrate him in more ways than one.
“She’s fine,” he said.
Rain’s concerned expression turned blank at his sharp answer, and he instantly regretted his tone.
“Craig, if you’re done?” Joss shouted back down the bar.
He sighed and looked back at Rain, but she was avoiding his gaze as she glanced around the bar in that searching way of hers. He strode away to take a customer’s order. Alistair passed him as he mixed a cocktail.
“Who’s the gorgeous brunette?” he asked as he cleaned out a glass.
Craig shot Rain a look. She had her back
to the bar now, her eyes searching the club. “Fuck knows,” he sighed.
“I thought you knew her.”
“Knowing her name doesn’t mean I know her.”
Hearing the dismay in his voice, Alistair grinned. “Could it be you want to know her though?”
“Only in a biblical sense.”
Alistair studied him and then grunted. “If you say so.”
As soon as he walked away, he was replaced by Joss. She was grinning at him. He frowned. “What?”
“You have a crush.”
His whole being revolted at the idea. “I’m a grown man, I don’t have a fucking crush.”
Joss shot Rain a look. “Yeah, you do. You can’t stop looking over at her and I have a feeling she’s the same woman Jo was telling me about. Apparently you could barely pry yourself away from her last Saturday.”
“Your point?” he snapped.
She laughed outright at his tone. “Oh man, I’ve been there. I get it.” She patted his shoulder in comfort. “Just go with it. And I must say she’s a fuck of a lot cooler than most of the women you hook up with. And she’s stunning. If I were a guy . . . yeah, I’d go there.”
An image of Joss and Rain together fogged up his brain. “Why would you say that?” he groaned in frustration.
Joss laughed harder. “You need to grow up.”
“I’ll have you know that you saying you’d do Rain would have any man of any age picturing it for months to come.”
“I said if I were a man, I’d go there.” She shook her head. “Head out of the gutter, Craigy boy. We have work to do.”
A lull eventually arrived, so he could get back to Rain, and when he did he discovered she’d ordered a number of shots from one of his colleagues. It was daft, but he was annoyed she couldn’t wait for him to return to her before ordering.
“Moving on to something stronger?” He gestured to her empty shot glasses.
Her mouth twisted into a surprisingly adorable moue.
He leaned over the bar, locking onto her eyes with his. “Am I really that annoying?”
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