A Life Like This (Life #1) by Cs Jacobs Read Free Book Online

feel old. I will have none of that,” I jokingly tell him as I watch him rub his arm as if I could have actually hurt him.
    “No, old you are not. Delectable, that’s the word I would use,” he whispers in my ear as I pass him, causing me to blush.
    We walk into the restaurant and are instantly shown to our table. I feel him place his hand on my lower back, and I brush him off.
    “Blake, this is a business dinner. Let’s try and keep it on that level please.” He merely nods his response and takes his hand from my back. The loss of its heat causes a shiver and I realize I liked it there. Gosh, what’s the matter with me? I need to shake this guy out of my thoughts.
    Once we arrive at our large, round table located in the back of the restaurant, the two men already seated stand, such gentlemen, all of them. I recognize them from the meeting.
    “Mr. Harper, Mr. Waltman, it’s a pleasure to see you both again,” I greet politely as I shake their hands.
    “Ms. Cane, please call us Jon and Brendon; otherwise, you’ll make us feel old,” Jon says with a wink, earning him a smile.
    “Please, call me Angelica.” I sit in the chair Blake has pulled out for me. Naturally, he takes the seat next to me. We fall into small chat until the rest of my team arrives. After pleasantries are exchanged, we place our orders and talk about I.P. Vodka.
    “If you don’t mind my asking, why Intimate Pleasure Vodka?” Allen asks Jon.
    “Intimate Pleasure is something I think will come after having tasted my vodka. Not only is the flavor smooth and pleasurable, but the aftermath of drinking I.P. vodka could lead to an intimate night.” There is humor in Jon’s eyes as he meets mine. Does he know what I did in his office? Fuck, this is mortifying. That’s what I get for being a slut.
    “Well, when you put it that way, it’s the perfect name for your vodka.”
    “I knew we made the right choice with W.H. Advertising,” praises Jon. Blake and Brendon nod their agreement.
    “We are the lucky ones to have such a company allow us to take their product to the market. Cheers to an amazing vodka and the advertising that is going to take it to the top,” Bill says with such confidence the whole table erupts in cheers.
    The rest of the evening goes without a hitch, except Bill excuses himself right after dinner. He’s attending a play with his wife Nancy. After quite the argument between all the men, Bill covers the tab and he heads out. The rest of us linger a little while longer before leaving one-by-one. Finally, all who’s left is Blake, Jon, and myself. Once I finish my glass of wine, I have every intention of going home and plopping my ass on the couch. I’m still paying for all that drinking last night.
    “I dropped by the club last night,” Jon says to me, and I freeze. “I couldn’t help but notice you were there. You have quite the dance moves.” I turn as red as my dress. Blake shoots Jon a warning look.
    “I love to dance; it’s my thing. I had no idea Club Next is your club,” I change the subject.
    “Yeah, I opened it three years ago. I never envisioned it would do so great.”
    “It’s a wonderful club. How could you doubt its success?”
    “Thank you, Angelica. You’ll have to let me know the next time you go so I can make sure you’re treated right.” He winks at me and I’m instantly on alert. Unlike Blake, Jon gives me the chills, and not in a good way. Blake stands, gesturing for my hand.
    “That’s awfully kind of you, Jon. Angelica, if you’re done, I would be pleased if you would let me drive you home.” His tone is assertive, almost like he’s telling me not asking me, but I jump at the chance to leave.
    “Thank you, Blake.” I turn to Jon. “Thank you for this evening. I’ll be sure to let you know the next time I’m at your club.” He smiles and stands, pulling out a business card from his wallet to hand to me. Nodding, I slip it into my clutch before we all walk out together. Jon