Raising the Bar
The first restaurant I walk into has an opening. I can hardly believe my luck when they offer me the job on the spot. Even more so when I’m introduced to my colleagues. I’ve had so many different jobs so far on my gap year that I don’t get first day jitters any more. But when my gaze meets the most gorgeous pair of brown eyes I’ve ever seen, I do more than jitter. My stomach flip-flops, and I stammer, blush, mumble something, and swiftly move on to the next introduction. I have no idea if anyone’s noticed my weird behaviour, but to be honest I’m so distracted by the sudden heat between my legs that the thought leaves my head pretty quickly.
Besides, I have much more interesting things to think about. Like Luciano. The brown-haired, brown-eyed, brown-skinned s*x god. He’s
