Playing Hard to Get (The Players, #1)

by Monica Murphy

I hate peopling. Peopling is the worst.

“Uh huh.” He takes a step closer. “Pretty sure you were jealous of Daphne.” “Why would I be jealous of her?” “Not sure.” He’s now directly behind me, so close I can feel him, and when he settles his hands on the edge of the sink, I’m trapped. “Considering I followed you into the bathroom and left Daphne out there.”

I nod once, lick my lips and announce, “I think we need to keep things on a more professional level between us.” At the same exact time, he quietly confesses, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“What’s all you can think about?” His grin is knowing, like he’s fully aware I can’t concentrate when he’s near. “Kissing you, Jo Jo. I can get kind of fixated sometimes.” He kisses me like he can’t help it. “Pretty sure I’m completely obsessed with you.”

“You make it easy for me. I just want to see you happy. That’s my end goal.” He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose. “You are my end goal, Jo Jo.”