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"Why not?"

"Because you’re my boss, Danny!"

"So? I’m not going to bend you over while you’re serving whiskey, Anna." Much to my own dismay.

"I—" She closes her eyes. Opens them. "You're impossible."

"I've been told."

"I need to go change."

"Okay."

"Don't say 'okay' like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you're already thinking about doing it again."

I don't say anything, I just stand there with a smirk on my face.

"Oh my God. You ARE thinking about kissing me again!"

"Yeah baby, I am absolutely thinking about kissing you again. And I’m gonna think about it when I get to my office and come all over my hand because you’re the only thing in my fucking head anymore."

A blush creeps up her neck and the tiniest moan slips out her throat. Which is absolutely going to be repeated in my head in about twenty minutes.

"Go change, Anna."

She grabs her book off the floor. Walks toward the staff entrance. Gets halfway there and turns around.

"The only thing?" she says.

"The only fucking thing, baby."

She stares at me for a second. As she’s about to turn, I catch her smile and can’t help but smile to myself too.

I stand behind the bar and look down at my tie, as I will my aching cock to go down so I can walk through the club without causing a public incident. The silk is wrinkled where her hand had been — a small crumple in the fabric, barely visible.

I leave it.

Anna

Ikissed my boss.

I kissed my fucking boss behind his own bar in his own club right before my shift was due to start. And now I have to go and put on my uniform and serve drinks for six hours with my lips still buzzing and the taste of him still in my mouth and the knowledge that I could definitely feel his dick through his suit and it was either huge or he’s got a pet python that I’m about to meet.

Nobody notices. Or — Matteo notices, because Matteo notices everything, but he has the decency to express it only through eyebrow movements and the silent, pointed way he pours my first drink order without being asked, like a man who's already assembled the whole picture and is choosing not to comment.

Evie notices too. She corners me in the service corridor at nine and says, "Your mouth is swollen."

"I bit my lip."

"Both of them?"

"I have a condition."

"The condition is Danny Sterling."