“Holy shit!” I hop away from the pool of whiskey and broken glass that’s spreading around my feet.
What’s he doing here so soon?
“Whoa. Let me help.” Anthony comes around the bar, and I stand—frozen—watching him closely as he bends down and carefully plucks a few larger chunks of glass from the floor. Then stands and meets my gaze.
“Hey, June.”
Jesus, he’s so handsome.
And tall. I’d almost forgotten how tall he is. I’m tiny—maybe five feet five in my stilettos, and having Anthony’s six-foot-five-inch frame looming over me again is giving me goose bumps.
“Hey, Anthony.” My voice trembles a little, betraying me.
“It’s good to be back here. With you.” His voice is so low it’s almost a whisper, and I feel my nipples tingle in response.
“Wow. Yeah, it’s good to have you back.” My voice is coming out all breathless.
He’s just…mouthwatering. Peering down at me with that come-hither smile on his face. It’s making me hot all over.
I manage to drag my eyes off of him, but it still takes a moment to get my brain working again.
“Can you grab the trash bin?” I try to avert my gaze, but as soon as his back is turned, I cave and let my eyes soak up all the delicious goodness.
He’s in his usual skinny jeans that show off his great ass and long legs, and he’s wearing this soft button-down shirt that’s framing his broad shoulders perfectly. His reddish-blond hair is a little longer now, tousled and oh-so-sexy.
But it’s that familiar Anthony swagger that completely does me in.
Good Lord.
“Not a fan of Crown Royal, huh?” he teases, heading back my way with the bin. “I would have been happy to take it off your hands.”
“Ha ha. Very funny.” I narrow my eyes and reach for the broom we keep behind the bar.
“What can I say? I’m a funny guy.” He gives me another one of those beautiful, broad Anthony smiles, and my knees threaten to buckle underneath me.
“Yeah, I remember.” I give him a flirty little smile back.
His lip curls a little on one side, and I feel the pulse between my thighs.
Uh-oh.
Pump the brakes, girl. And fast.
Jumping back into bed with Anthony is not the plan. In fact, it’s the exact opposite of the plan. But if he keeps on looking at me like that, my plans are going to fly right out the window and burst into flames.
