Free Blurring the Lines (Men of the Zodiac) by Marisa Cleveland

But not with him.”
    She swiped the carton away from Tish and slapped a giant gob of ice cream into her mouth. Too bad her hot boss was the one guy she wanted to have sex with. “You’re probably right.”
    Tish repossessed the cookies and cream. “When’s the last time you went on a date?”
    She shrugged. It had been a bunch of months—maybe half a year?—since she’d last gone out with anyone. Her previous boyfriend had been an avid runner, and they’d met while planning a 5K fundraiser. Great stamina. Too bad he’d also been keen on meeting her dad for career opportunities. “Too long, apparently.”
    Her friend waved her spoon between the two of them. “We’re young. We should be out having fun.”
    “It might have been easier if we’d just met at a bar. Then maybe we could’ve hooked up.”
    “Are you talking about Blake again?”
    Tish tossed the spoon in the sink and closed the lid. “No more. But a bar is a great idea!”
    “What?” She glanced down at her wrinkled blouse and bare feet.
    “It’s Friday night. Let’s go out.”
    “To a bar?” Where she’d have to stuff her toes back into pointy heels for the sake of fashion. She scoffed at her dumb brain. Actually, since she’d started working at the office, she’d neglected her own personal party time, and that bothered her more than she wanted to admit. Damn job already had her acting like she was a fuddy duddy.
    “Not just any bar. We’re going to Tommy Bahamas.”
    Tish shoved the carton back in the freezer, took the spoon from Kira’s hand, and pushed her toward her bedroom. Tommy’s did sound fun, and she could count on the bartender to give her a full pour. She recalled seeing Tommy’s on Blake’s calendar for an early dinner, so even though he might already be gone by the time she got there, excitement mingled with anxiety at potentially running into him.
    What exactly should she wear to a casual bar on a Friday night in hopes of possibly running into her boss she didn’t want to want to date?

Chapter Eight
    B lake stopped listening to Keith as soon as the glass shattered by the bar area. His gaze zeroed in on the back of a pair of long and lean legs leading to a sexy ass, narrow waist, and cascade of dark wavy hair. She balanced on insanely high heels and giggled as she danced back away from the fallen drink. The bartender flushed and sputtered an apology, but Blake barely registered anything but the way his body tightened with desire.
    He looked at his brother and saw an amused smirk in place. With more bark than intended, he snapped, “What?”
    “Nothing.”
    “It’s not nothing.” What the hell had they been discussing? Something about Keith’s latest personal property investment. He liked to keep on the pulse of the market.
    “I’m impressed.”
    “About what? The way I closed the med center deal or wrangled the changes in the mall contract?” Although the way his brother’s gaze never left Kira, perused her a little too slowly, he knew exactly what the man was talking about. And didn’t like it one bit.
    Keith shot him an uncharacteristic grin. “Your secretary. She’s managed to impress me.”
    He conjured the image of Kira waving goodbye to him earlier that evening and telling him she hoped he had a nice weekend. “Her intelligence impresses me, too , ” he said as a reminder to both of them that her competence was what they needed to focus on—and not her other…assets. He whipped his head back to observe the brunette with the long legs. That giggle. So unique as it danced through the autumn air, into their booth. And into his brain. So much for ignoring her other enchantments.
    “And I’m pretty sure she’s sitting at the bar with Tish.”
    “So she is.” He had to work to keep his response nonchalant. Funny how he could recognize her from across a crowded restaurant. He glanced at his watch. He needed to get out of there before he approached Kira and— “It’s late. I have to get back to