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Trouble was, if he kept
looking at her like that, she would be over the bar doing a
lot more than touching. He’d ignited a flame inside her that
she needed him to extinguish.
Rallying her waning control,
she cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Going to take my order or
do I wait for someone else to walk by and do their job?”
A hint of a smile teased the
corners of his lips. “From the look on your face before you
sat, I wasn’t sure you’d want anything in a glass. Perhaps
they’re not clean enough for you, Princeton.”
She drew back, furrowing her
brow in confusion. “Princeton?”
He grabbed a glass and placed
it on the bar in front of her. “That is where you went to
school, isn’t it? Pretty sure the bars around there are a
bit cleaner, higher end than this.”
He leaned on the counter, ran
a hand through his hair, then gave her a smile which damn
near melted her panties.
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