Chapter 81

• At a table twenty feet away, my co-workers are throwing back shots like M&Ms.
• I want to run back toward the bar. The dark-haired giant made my skin tingle the first moment I caught a glimpse of him helping that poor waiter. He looks evil in his own way, but that small act of kindness showed me something about who he is. Who he could be? The contrast is so sexy my butterflies have butterflies.
• I went to the bar to order another drink just to see him up close and when I did, I never in a million years expected him to speak to me.