“Need the top shelf.”
Mindy laughs breathlessly.
“Take it,” I mutter.
Lou snags the bottle, raises a brow at me, then vanishes.
The door swings shut again.
Silence returns.
She looks up at me, flushed and bright-eyed.
“Never have I ever had sex in a bar.”
My pulse kicks hard.
I don’t move.
“Are you sure?” I ask quietly.
She nods.
“Yes.”
I search her face carefully.
No nerves. No hesitation.
Just heat.
“I should confess something,” I say.
She waits.
“Never have I ever had sex at my bar.”
Her lips part slightly.
“Or on my desk.”
A spark flares in her eyes.
I extend my hand.
“If we’re doing this,” I say evenly, “we’re doing it because you want to.”
She laces her fingers with mine.
“I do.”
That’s all I need to know. Tightening my grip on her hand, I lead her down the hall toward my office.
SEVEN
MINDY
The office door closes behind us.
