I can almost feel Christian setting his jaw in frustration, even though I can’t see it. When I open my eyes, a little piece of me is pleased to see that I’m right. He starts to pull away from me, but I tighten my arms around him, not letting him go just yet. “Chris, can we just be friends again?”

“Good,” Andre snaps, sharp, snatching the towel out of my hand even though I just get started. I make a little huff of protest, but he waves me over to the counter at the back of the bar, grabbing a couple of salt and pepper shakers. I frown, a little confused about what’s going on, but I don’t sa

“Holy shit,” I breathe, staring at the man who could be a model on any runway in…well, anywhere. My eyes sweep over his broad shoulders, his chiseled face, his long hair that’s swept back behind his ears. God, crap, but he could be on the cover of a damn romance novel. Andre pulls me out of my d

Christian completely ignores me as I prep his drink, taking my time and using every second of it to regain my composure. I think – or maybe just hope – that none of my shock at seeing Christian here showed on my side. That would be bad for me for sure also bad for Christian. No one – especially Edwa

The money and the card held tight in my hand, I make my way over to my bodyguard, deciding to get the teasing over with sooner rather than later. There’s no avoiding it, after all. “Wowwww, how much did you get?” Frankie asks, grinning deviously and leaning over the bar, trying to peek into my han