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“Daddy!”
I catch him as he trips over himself in all his excitement, and when I launch him up into the air, he screams so loud that everyone looks our way. The instant I catch him, he garbles a breathless “More…more, Daddy!”
I throw him up again, a little higher into the starry sky this time, so that his arms and legs flail in midair. Catching him, I grasp him by the ankles and swing him lightly toward the bouncy castle. When we reach the monstrosity Seb insisted on for his and Kate’s engagement party, I haul him over my shoulder and throw us both in.
“Do you need to go pee-pee?” I ask him as he struggles to catch his breath through all the giggles.
“No,” he snaps instantly with a scowl and continues chanting as he bounces away from me toward Seb and his niece, Scarlett. “No. No. No.”
I’m about to chase him down when the loud crash from the bar grabs my attention. My eyes instantly zero in on Summer, making sure my best bartender is all right.
“What the…was that?” Seb stops bouncing and scours the place, instantly setting his sights on Kate, where she’s talking with his sister, Amelia, and her husband.
“Breakage behind the bar…” My reply is a distracted mumble while I watch Summer bunching her long, red hair in her hands and knotting it on top of her head like she does when she means business. It takes me a moment to realize that there’s something seriously wrong with the other bartender.
Before it becomes a scene, I make my way over to check on what’s happened. Summer is on her knees amidst broken bottles and glasses while Mac is out cold on his back.
“What the hell happened?” I ask, crouching beside her and making sure she’s okay while I pull my phone out to call for help.
“He slipped…took out the shelf.” She blows out a breath, wadding a bunch of Kate’s monogrammed napkins and holding them to Mac’s head as she nods to the back wall of the bar beside me. “Took out a rack of glasses and cracked his head.”
“Shit.”
While she tries to get Mac to stay conscious, I dial the paramedics. Mac opens his eyes, dazed and confused to hell. Meanwhile, Summer carries on packing the wound on his head with more of the napkins.
“Jesus, are you a hemophiliac or something?” she grumbles between gritted teeth, causing Mac to laugh, which fills me with relief.
“Paramedics are on their way. You good?” I ask him.
“Ah, yeah…sure…sure…” Reaching up, he takes my hand, gripping it so I can help him up. The second he’s on his feet, the bastard faints, almost taking Summer down with him.
“Here, let me help you take him out back.”
Together, we manage to get him into the small storeroom of the rooftop bar without too much commotion. Sitting him on a stack of crates, Summer grabs a pack of rags and uses them to staunch the gaping wound while I text the manager of the bar downstairs to send up a replacement.
By the time the paramedics cart a semi-conscious Mac off to the emergency room, Summer’s cleaned up the mess behind the bar and replenished the liquor that was smashed.
Sending the other bartender back down to the bar, I serve the guests waiting. It’s rare I work in the bars. Mainly when we’re really short-staffed like today, or when Seb and our bud Harrison come for drinks here.
“I got this.” Summer smiles, artfully layering a mix of coconut rum, melon liqueur, and pineapple juice with grenadine in a row of shot glasses.
“What is it?”
“Lick My Pussy,” she says, clearing her throat as she looks away from me.
“Come again?” I blurt, pun unintended, as the air congeals in my lungs and my pulse stammers.
Picking up the bespoke drinks menu card for the party, she points down at the cocktail. With a long exhale, she peers at me as she repeats, “Lick My Pussy.”
Fuck.
All my blood rushes south of the border, making my dick nudge its approval at her words, even though they’re not an actual offer.
Even in the muted light, I notice the color flush the apples of her cheeks while she garnishes the shot glasses with micro strawberries. I’m not sure whether it’s the sweet and fruity scent of the concoction or the totally inappropriate trail of thought that invades my head, but my mouth waters and my blood swelters. I’m struck immobile, watching her tuck a loose tendril behind her ear and then run her thumb over her bottom lip. My hand clenches with the need to trace her luscious pout for myself. The gloss gleams and glitters while she rubs her lips together.
Holy shit, I can’t get my racing heart in check.
I will not fantasize about my employee, I tell myself, even as my feet bring me closer to her side.
