My hand is trembling as I grab the bottle and pour him a glass.
Why am I so nervous?
“Thanks,” he says simply as I slide it across the bar to him, his eyes fixed on mine. Strong. Unwavering.
I try to calm down, willing myself to breathe normally. But it’s not working. It’s nearly impossible when he’s right up on me like this, bringing back too many memories of last night…of this morning.
“Busy tonight?” he asks, his tone low, almost like he’s teasing and already knows the answer. The glint in his eye causes a funny feeling to rise between my legs.
“I’ve got some glasses to scrub,” I reply, unable to fully maintain eye contact. “Other than that? No.”
Saxon’s lips twist into a devilish smile. “Good. Because tonight, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
His words send a thrill through
