Page 21 of Vicious Sabotage

She had a bad opinion of him and everything he did. But each minute he spent in her company, he liked her more.

Whether she was polishing shot glasses or sweeping up broken glass, she did it with an ounce of spunk that did more than catch his eye.

It riveted him.

While he worked, she moved behind the bar, tidying shelves that were already tidy. And making it impossible for him not to notice how her body moved.

His mind shot back to their late-night encounter in the kitchen. How she looked in that skimpy, girly nightie bent over in front of the refrigerator.

He’d been knotted up ever since, but when she darted back and forth in front of him, moving a stack of freshly folded bar towels to another location, his body reacted.

In months, he hadn’t bothered relieving his sexual needs with more than a cursory jack-off session in the shower. Now his cock remembered its primary job was to stand at attention when a beautiful, sexy woman walked by.

Hell, it even saluted.

His jeans grew tight, and he felt more perspiration break out on his face and neck. What had the waitress called him? Glisteny.

He’d say horny was a better word for his current predicament.

On his phone screen, he checked the angle of the camera in comparison to the money till. It needed to go up a hair.

Then Livia walked in front of the camera, and his screen filled with a prime view of her luscious round ass.

On second thought…

He left the camera where it was.

Those hips filled the screen.

Damn, it was hot in here. He was thirsty.

Moving to the shelf of glasses, he pulled one down. When he grabbed a bottle with the Badlands label on the front, Livia whipped around to stare at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Pouring myself a drink.” He poured a splash in the bottom, and holding her gaze, took a sip.

His face screwed up at the flavor of the rum.

“What is that look about?” She cocked a hand on her hip.

“What look?”

“The one on your face when you tasted my rum.”

“Nothing. It’s good.” He resisted a cough around the unpleasant tickle in the back of his throat from the bitter herb she added.

He set the glass down on the bar. “I have all the cameras set up.”

“Oh? Let me check if they work.” She yanked her phone from her back pocket, making him think of her ass on that screen again. Damn, he could watch her all day. Twenty-four seven Livia TV.

It would be such sweet torture.

She was staring at her phone. “I don’t see the cameras on my feed.”

“That’s because you don’t have access.”

Her head shot up, her glare hotter than lava.

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