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“You told me, the day we played pool,” he reminds.
“Oh, that’s right.” That was an interesting evening.
“I went back to your cottage yesterday, but there was someone else there. They told me you came home early.”
“I was bored.”
“Bored?”
I shrug my shoulders. “There was no one left to play with.”
“I came here to leave you a message and here you are.” His seductive murmur is working on me. “I thought you take the summers off?” He scans the bar area.
“Normally I do, but I needed something to keep me busy. Keep my mind off things. Plus, now that I’m done with school, I need the money.”
“I see.” His tone is clipped. His mood visibly shifts. “So this is where you work?”
“Yes, why?”
“I don’t know. I pictured it different,” he says.
“Different how?”
“Less tacky for one thing,” he mutters under his breath.
“What?” Did I just hear what I think I heard?
“It doesn’t matter.” He walks over to a bar stool and sits down.
“Would you like something?” My tone drips sweetness.
“Do you have any single malt scotches?”
“I have a few, do you have a preference?”
“Do you have Glenfiddich?” His voice is deceptively soft.
“The twelve year or thirty?” I whisper back.
“The thirty. On the rocks please.”
I grab a rocks glass and fill it with ice. I have to reach up for the thirty year. All of the expensive and rarely used bottles are kept on the top shelf. I pour his drink and give it to him. I check on my other guests and make sure they have what they need. I drop a few checks and now it’s down to just Chase and me.
“What are you doing on Saturday?” he asks, his expression guarded.
“I’m working during the day then I don’t know. Why?”
“My father throws an annual party for our biggest investors as a thank you, and I want you to accompany me.”
Wait, what?!
“Um . . . I don’t . . . um.” I can’t string a sentence together. I find myself wiping the same spot on the bar top over and over again.
“These parties are pretty boring, but you would make it fun.” He places his elbows on the bar and steeples his fingers in front of his mouth. He gives me a slow please-come-with-me smile. I keep cleaning, trying to divert my attention from his perfect mouth.
“I have nothing to wear.” He frowns, running his fingers through his hair. His head snaps up like he has an epiphany.
“So, we’ll go shopping.” I can see his excitement growing. “I can help you pick something out.”
