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I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My mouth found his, and I kissed him harder and deeper than ever before. My hands began roaming all over his chest as he kissed me back. His large hand wrapped around my neck, covering it in clay as my hips began to grind against his hardness.

“I want you,” I whimpered against him as his free hand wrapped around the hem of my shirt. “I want you so much, Alex.”

His hand moved up my shirt as I undid his apron. I pulled it over his head, along with his shirt, and tossed them on top of the pottery wheel. My hands caressed his abs as my mind tried to make sure I wasn’t daydreaming.

This was happening.

He was kissing me.

He was massaging me.

He was undressing me.

This was real. This was no longer make believe.

Alex fumbled with the button on my jeans as I glided my tongue to the curve of his neck and—

“Hey!” someone shouted as they walked into the pottery shop. “What the hell, man!”

We both paused and turned to find Pat standing in the doorway, staring at me and a half naked Alex, covered in clay.

“You said you were going to be making water dishes, not babies!” Pat called out, stunned.

My face instantly blushed over as Alex turned the color of a tomato. Pat walked over, picked up Alex’s shirt, and flung it toward him.

“You’re going to have to pay extra to bleach my chairs,” Pat ordered.

I nervously giggled as I buried my face into Alex’s neck from embarrassment. Alex snickered quietly and whispered. “Worth it.”

CHAPTER40

Alex

After getting caught with my hand almost down Yara’s pants, we’d decided to keep any kissing activities within our apartments. Which was fine with me. I was just damn happy to be able to kiss her in the dark. I’d spent most of the following days replaying the night at Pat’s in my head. If there was ever a night filled with glimmers, it was that one.

Unfortunately, when I wasn’t daydreaming about Yara and her mouth, I was busy working nonstop at the restaurant.

Saturday evenings at Isla Iberia always buzzed with life. The staff hardly had any breathing room to make a mistake. Luckily for me, the team lived in a good solid fear of messing up, therefore most things ran smoothly. The chefs nailed the preparation of each dish. I knew after the glowing reviews we'd recently received we’d have more customers keeping us on our toes.

As I rushed around the kitchen, my whole body tensed up at the sound of shattering glass in the main dining area, along with shouts of fear.

Darting through the door, I found Tatiana standing at the hostess stand, which was covered with shattered glass and a brick. My eyes fell on Tatiana who had blood dripping from her forearm.

“Are you all right?” I asked as a grabbed a napkin from under the stand. I wrapped it around her forearm after examining it for more shards of glass. My eyes glanced at the shattered front door before moving back to Tatiana.

She had tears in her eyes, alarmed by the situation. The happy-go-lucky version of her was shook to her core from panic.

“That brick almost hit me,” she stuttered. “If I was a little to my left—” tears began falling down her cheeks and she shook her head. “Sorry. I’m just a bit shaken up, that’s all.”

“Don’t apologize. Did you see who it was?”

“Just some kids on their bikes. They were wearing ski masks, though. I didn’t get a good view. It happened so fast and I, I…” her words fumbled away as the fear and intensity of the situation overwhelmed her.

I pulled her to my chest and held on as she fell apart.

“Is everything okay?” a man asked, walking over from his table. “I saw the jerks ride by with the brick. Wish I could’ve seen their faces, the little punks.” He and a few other guests went to help clean up the mess. I stopped them as my staff came out with brooms and dust pans. Tatiana was still stunned. I surveyed the room and all the guests seemed uneased from the situation. An employee picked up the brick and studied it before placing it on the hostess stand in front of me.

I looked at it and saw the words scribbled across it in red paint.

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