“But—”
Sam grabbed my cell from my hand, held it up in the air so the only way I could reach it was to climb up on the stool. I wanted the phone back bad enough, but I refused to be baited.
“We can debate all night. Hell, it would be fun and a serious turn-on, trust me. But it's nine at night. Even later in New York. Work can wait.”
Reaching behind him, he slipped my cell in his back pocket. I eyed his ass.
“Try for it. Trust me, I'll like it.”
Another f*****g grin. Cocky bastard.
I narrowed my eyes.
He circled his finger at me. “This prickly lawyer routine probably scares people away. I find it f*****g hot. That outfit is your armor, right? Let's dance.”
He didn't give me a chance to argue further, only tugged me onto the small dance floor and put his hands at the small of my back
