Something to Prove Exclusive Sneak Peek

From chapter 7 – The bar has just closed on its first night and Colin has offered to teach Elizabeth to bartend.

He followed her trek around the bar. Her movements were hesitant. Seeing Elizabeth unsure of something tilted the room. She never lacked confidence. He softened his smile. “No worries. It’s just beer.”

She returned a smile as she joined him. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

Nerves fluttered in his stomach. He knew his job, but he’d never had to teach it to anyone. He strode to the taps. “On the left, we have imports, on the right, domestic.”

Her eyebrow shot up. “I know how to read.”

“I’m giving you the tour so you know where to find everything. I’ve set it up the way I like it.”

She swung her arm out for him to continue. As he pointed out which glasses were used for which kind of drink and explained the organization of the liquor, his stomach eased. She listened intently, and he imagined that she really wanted to take notes.

He stood to the side of the tap. “Grab a glass.”

She pulled one from the green rubber mat where it had been drying and turned it right side up.

“Pull the handle, on. Flip it up, off.”

The pink returned to her flesh, and once again he found himself wanting to stroke it to see if it was as warm as it looked. She cleared her throat and yanked the tap.

“Whoa.” He grabbed the handle and thrust it back in place. Obviously, she’d never even watched someone pull a beer.

She looked at the beer in her hand, more than half foam. He took the glass and set it down. “No one wants a glass of foam. Let’s try again.”     

He handed her a fresh glass and she stood in front of the tap, but made no move to pour.

“It doesn’t bite.” Against his better judgment, he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her body, doing his best to limit contact. He helped her tilt the glass with one hand and his other rested on top of hers on the handle.

“Easy,” he said as he moved their hands to pull the tap. “You tilt the glass to keep the head small.”

Her back was mere inches from him and her hair tickled his nose. She’d worn it up again, exposing her long neck. Cinnamon scent drifted up. If he dipped his head just a little, he could taste the soft skin. His mouth watered and he thought her breath quickened.

Suddenly, his hand was wet as she yelped, “Hey.”

He jerked the handle to stop the tap. He’d forgotten about the beer and the glass had overflowed. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Turning away to grab a towel, he checked his thoughts. Elizabeth was not a piece of ass for a one-night stand. She was his business partner, and she’d made it clear they would never be anything more.

“Here.” He thrust a dry towel into her hand.

“Thanks,” she said, but she didn’t look pissed off. She looked…amused. “Can I pour you one?”

“Huh?”

“A beer. I think we should celebrate. We had a great night, it’s time to close, and I learned how to pour a beer.” She paused, a grin lighting her face. “Not very successfully mind you, but I poured.”

“I’ll have a pop. Sorry about the spill. I got distracted.” His gaze wandered down the length of her.

He scooped ice into a glass and turned toward the pop spigot. Once the glass was filled, he faced Elizabeth with his raised glass. “To success.”

She clinked her glass against his and took a gulp of beer. Her nose crinkled and she set the glass down. “I hate beer.”

“Then why drink it?”

“Because I poured it. It was my first, and it seemed like I should.”

“Do you always do what you’re supposed to?”

“Pretty much.” She took another sip of beer.

He grabbed the glass and poured it down the drain. “Life’s too short to do what you hate.”

“Hey, buddy, you owe me three fifty for that.”

He laughed. “Put it on my tab. Can I get you a glass of wine or something else?”

“No, it’s late and we have clean-up to do.” She turned and began wiping down his already clean bar.

“I have these last few glasses to wash and the floor to sweep. Everything else is done.”

“Oh. Then I’ll grab the broom.” She shifted her body and angled to move around him.

His arm reached out and landed on her hip. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession.

“What are you doing?”

He didn’t respond with his voice. He let his body answer. Pulling her close, he tasted her lips, the tang of beer lingering. He angled his head and licked, hoping she would open her mouth. She complied, and he slid inside her slick warmth.

One of her hands rested on his at her hip, the other fisted in his shirt. She rocked against him with a slight moan. He turned them so that she backed up to the bar. Trailing kisses down her neck, he tasted the skin at her pulse. She threw her head back to give him more access and in doing so thrust her hips into his groin.

As if he wasn’t turned on enough, his dick hardened and strained against his jeans, looking for release. He tugged at her shirt, and his hands caressed the warm skin of her torso and glided up to find her full breasts.

God, he wanted to get her naked.

A sound trilled from behind her and she jerked, smacking her shoulder into his head. He pulled away and rubbed the sore spot. Getting involved with this woman was definitely dangerous.

Her eyes stared, darkened with desire, and he knew the blush on her skin was because of lust. Her chest heaved as she straightened from the bar. Reaching behind her, she pulled out a phone. She scanned the screen and inhaled deeply.

“I have to take this.” Seriousness returned to her face.

“I’m sure whoever it is can wait.” He wasn’t sure he could.

The phone stopped.

“No, I have to call him back.” She slid along the bar to get out of his reach.

Him? Maybe she wasn’t just serious, maybe she felt guilty. “Are you married?”

“What?” She shook her head. “No.” The grip on the phone tightened.

“Then what is so important you have to interrupt what we were doing?”

The muscle in her jaw twitched, and he knew he’d fucked up. Again.

“What we were doing was wrong. It shouldn’t have happened. It will complicate things. You should be grateful you were saved by the bell. Literally.”

“Do you really believe I was the one who was saved?”