“You want me at the bar, then?” I ask, glancing toward the table where Alex and his group are sitting. Almost as if he can sense my gaze on him, he turns his head and looks straight at me. I feel my cheeks turn red, and I immediately avert my eyes.
It should be a crime to be that hot.
But looks aren’t everything. So what if he’s attractive, I grumble silently to myself. He’s mean as a snake.
“Yes, and in—” Elsa checks her watch, “an hour, we’ll be getting a delivery of some raw supplies for breakfast tomorrow, so make sure you sign for that.”
“Got it.”
Elsa leaves for her office, and I slip behind the bar. Fortunately, Eve is handling my tables now, and that makes me feel relieved. But even as I serve customers their drinks, I can’t stop my eyes from darting to where Alex is sitting.
