Chapter Eighteen
EMILY
As Evan leads us out of the restaurant, his words repeat in my head. You keep teasing me like that, and you will be paying tonight. Teasing him? He hasn’t seen anything yet.
While we walk to his truck, our arms brush, and it causes goose bumps. My heart flips, and I can’t recall the last time I’ve felt this way. Having any sort of emotion toward him only complicates things because he’s my co-worker, and I swore I’d never do that again. Plus, he acts like an asshole toward me any chance he gets. But tonight he’s pulled out all the stops—roses, a great restaurant, dressing up for me. His shirt and pants hug him in all the right places, and he smells so damn good. I don’t know what I expected tonight, but it certainly wasn’t this. Although he’s only here because he’s
