Page 9 of Never Say Never

My boss paused, probably surprised that I wasn't being overly respectful toward him. We weren't in the office. Yes, I still had to play Paul, but at times like this, I could let a little more of Paolo bleed out.

York grunted and followed my lead, licking the salt and swallowing down the tequila. I moved in with the lime, putting it in between his full lips. Fuck, how I wanted to kiss them.

"Never say never,” I said. “You don't know what will happen tomorrow. Or tonight."

York bit the lime, shaking his head. "You're my subordinate."

"I know. That's what makes it even hotter."

He stared at me before he laughed. Sure, take it as a joke. But I was serious. There was something about York that made me want to roll in the sheets with him at least once.

"Another."

"I have to be able to function tomorrow," York said as he held up the shot glass.

I waved the bartender over again. "A few more."

"Hey, Paul, are you listening to me?"

"I don't have to."

Our shot glasses clinked together and I swallowed another. This time, York shot his down at the same time as me.

"If you think getting me drunk will get you any favors at work, you can stop now."

I smiled. "I have better tactics than getting you drunk. I have many talents."

York opened his mouth before shutting it again. He shook his head and took the next shot.

"What do you do here, besides get drunk?"

"Normally, I don't have more than one or two glasses." I looked around the room but my gaze returned to York.

He hummed. "Did you finish your report on?—"

"Nope." I handed him another shot. "We don't talk work out here."

"Then what?"

"Life, interests, I don't know—anything other than work."

York eyed me. "I have no current interests, and my personal life is off limits."

Okay, should have seen that coming.

I swallowed more tequila. If my shoulders were loose before, they felt closer to the floor now. I used sucking on the lime as an excuse to buy myself time. York was a hard man in and out of the office apparently. I couldn't help wanting to push him to see what he was really like past his walls.

"There are other things we could do that wouldn't require any talking."

York stared at me. "No."

"You know, you're really hurting my pride here." I leaned closer to him, sighing dramatically. "Am I really not your type, sexually?"

I didn't expect an answer, but when York gave a reply, I was left flabbergasted.

He downed another shot of Tequila and just under his breath, barely over the thumping music and noise from the crowd of people, I heard him.

"You are."