All Chapters of Mr Hook Up: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The unimportant things, like what will happen after or your rule about workplace dating or if he’s ready for monogamy, will all get figured out. Don’t stress about them.”I pushed my hair away from my face. “You do realize those are huge items, right? Things I can’t really see past?”“Shhh. Go enjoy your time with the hottie. We’ll talk tomorrow, when you bring over a pint of ice cream because I’m pretty sure I’m going to inhale my last pint while I take a bath.”“Love you, Saara.”“Love you more.”I slipped my phone into my purse and walked back into the bar, catching a glimpse of our table and how everyone was congregated around it. Drinks were in their hands. Conversation flowed from their lips. My focus shifted to Easton, the way he was laughing at something the head of finance said, his hand combing the scruff on both sides of his mouth.That man.He made even the smallest gesture look so incredibly sexy.And once again, my body was failing me.Tingling.Bursting.Aching.Before

I didn’t stop kissing her, even when I set her down. We stayed locked, breathless, our lips tangled, our tongues exploring, my arms above her head, caging her in. “Drake . . .”It wasn’t a question.It was a reaction.A feeling I had to release before my palms traveled down her sides, taking in those incredible curves, the arches of her body that I wanted to ravage. My cock craved to be inside her as I rounded her rib cage and lowered to her navel, each section as seductive and enticing as the one before.And with each spot I discovered, I kissed her harder.Deeper.I gave her more of my tongue.What that eventually earned me was her touch, first on my stomach, where those small, delicate fingers slid across my abs. She took her time, getting well acquainted before she rose to my arms and shoulders, gradually cupping my face.That was where she halted.Where her hands began to study me as though my scruff were whispering every one of my secrets to her.I closed my arms around her, our

My chest tightened. My hand shook as I gripped the phone against my face. “What the hell do I say? ‘Oh, hiiii, I’m SaarasLove, and this is just a giant coincidence. How’s life been for the past five years and change? Yes, I’m the one you banged in the stairwell while we were both masked. And now I’m back in your life as a director at your company—oh, you want me to do your international launch even though I know you have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life? Awesome, let’s get that done.’ Suuure.”She laughed. “I love you so much.”“I’m freaking out, Saara.”“We’ll get this sorted out. I promise. But, first, you have to tell Easton who you are. He obviously hasn’t figured it out or he would have said something to you. Therefore, you need to be the one.”“Of course he hasn’t figured it out. He’s a boy, they don’t pick up on detail like we do, and you insisted on setting up my profile and giving me SaarasLove, which at the time was kinda cute, but now I’m realizing it was a horrib

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWODrakeI sat alone at the same table I’d shared with Saara just minutes ago. The chunky ice cube was melting into water at the bottom of my glass, each sip now only full of the lemon and rosemary that had garnished the Manhattan my best friend had ordered me, the liquor much stronger than a small pour of sauvignon blanc. Saara’s hope was that it would whittle away my nerves, making the prickles in my body less blunt, but it hadn’t worked. The thought of Easton and Mr. Boston still turned me into a nonstop-talking, jittery mess.As did the—oh God—questions.I didn’t even know where to start with those or how to process them.Or what to even think.But my best friend had been very strategic with her departure, leaving less than a ten-minute window before Mr. Boston’s arrival. A few minutes before eight o’clock, the door to the bar opened with force, a familiar face walking through the entrance, his eyes scanning the large space, unsure of who he was looking for.I had

“But to change your number? That, I don’t get.”I sighed. That day, like so many others, had hurt.“Faceframe gave me a company phone and there was no reason to maintain two lines, so I got rid of my personal one. Before I did that, every morning I would wake up and look to see if there was a text from you. I was battling the loss of my mom, and I couldn’t even distinguish grief from happiness anymore. I was just moving, keeping busy, burying myself as deep as I could so I didn’t have to think about that permanent hole in my chest.” I stopped to breathe. “I could have reached out, of course, but again, I didn’t trust myself.I didn’t trust what I’d say to you, what I’d promise you, what I’d ultimately do if you asked me for more. I wasn’t in the right headspace. So I thought if I disconnected, if I made it impossible for us to communicate, I would be able to move on.”“Did you?”I shook my head. “Not even close.”Silence ticked between us, but his stare was as strong as ever.It didn’