Page 8 of Never Say Never

"Max? What kind of school teacher name is that?"

"What are you doing here, Paul?"

I turned to the guy on the stool next to York and jerked my head. He looked ready to argue but I wasn't in the mood to play nice. I wasn't letting this chance slip between my fingers.

I wasn’t sure if he saw the murder in my gaze or if he saw how interested I was in York. Either way, he got up, and I took his spot without another word.

"I told you, I'm here for a date."

"Then you should go find him," York said without missing a beat.

I ordered another whiskey and stared at my boss. My incredibly sexy and tempting boss. "I found him already."

"No."

"Oh, come on, are you saying us being here after hours isn't fate? Or better yet cosmetic. We'd be doing the universe a disservice if we walked away without trying."

“It’s cosmic,” he said shortly. York cocked a single brow at me, not giving me anything. "No."

I opened my arms showing off what I had to work with. "Are you saying no because you're here for work?"

"No, I'm here because—" He went silent, looking at me and not at the same time. "Reasons that have nothing to do with work."

"Then you're here for a hookup."

"I'm not like you."

Ouch.

"You think you're going to find your forever man here at a club in the middle of Manhattan?"

"I doubt it." York took another sip of his drink, the liquor left behind on his lips called to me to lick it off.

The amount of self-control I was exerting deserved a gold medal. Fuck, maybe even a nobel prize. I rolled my shoulders back, forcing my eyes back up to meet his. The single brow lifted on York's face let me know I wasn't subtle at all. Blame it on the booze I'd been drinking for a few hours. I could handle myself, but some of my normal walls were down. Tonight was supposed to be about blowing off steam in the form of plowing someone's holes, but I hadn't expected my boss to appear again.

I was nothing if I wasn't adaptable. Besides, this change of plans came with a side of having fun with the boss. It brought me closer to a lot of my goals. I could get on his good side and get more info on the investigation, possibly find out who the mole was in my family, and finally get York Washington in bed. Win-fucking-win.

I took the glass of—one sniff let me know it was brandy—from York and sat it back on the counter. "You need to loosen up if you're going to actually enjoy your time out."

"And I should listen to you because?"

"You're the boss at the office, but out here, this is where I thrive. I'm in charge."

York stared me down, his gaze heavy sending shivers racing over my spine. My cock twitched like the hungry bastard it was.

"Trust me. Or you can take me up on my offer of a date. I won't disappoint."

It was minor but York's gaze swept up and down my body. And for a split second I thought he was going to take me up on the offer.

"Never going to happen."

I flagged the bartender down. "Four tequila shots. Put it on my tab." I glanced at York as the shots were passed over. I handed him one with a lime. "You know what they say, right?”

I clinked the shot glass against his. York stared at the tequila as if it had personally offended him. I tapped the bottom of the glass on the bar before licking the salt and swallowing the tequila. It went down, burning as it joined all the other liquor sloshing around inside of me. I bit the lime and gestured for York to do the same.

"How old do you think I am?"

"Take the shot, York."