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“You call me immediately if you see him again. Interrupt me, even if I’m in a meeting,” I tell Stephanie, who looks at me, unsure.

“Connor. It’s just Soren,” Daisy says, staring at me like I’m the weird one. But in my soul, I don’t like it. If it was him, then he’s been here three times in as many weeks. Sure, they might be familiar, but I’m still not happy, because I don’t like him either.

“Call me,” I reiterate to Stephanie, and she nods. Daisy rolls her eyes at me for another time today, then starts walking down the hall to her office. When I turn on my heel and follow her, she pauses and spins around, sighing like she’s frustrated with me.

“You don’t need to worry. Soren is a friend of my mom’s. She’s known him for years,” she explains, then continues walking. I follow her down the hall, and we walk into her office. Once she puts her stuff down, one hand finds her hip, giving me her sass. I think back to her mom, Rainbow, the alternative middle-aged woman who reminded me of a witch the first time I met her. I’m not sure that she’s the best judge of character, but I try to let it go.

“At least you didn’t drown today,” I murmur, my relief about that fact relaxing me more than the words she says. And when she smiles, I’m glad my attempt to lighten the mood worked.

“Well, I didn’t wear your armbands. I would’ve looked ridiculous, but I was careful.”

My eyes thin in question, but I don’t say anything.

“Would you have come to give me mouth to mouth if I had gone under?” she teases, walking toward me, her hips swaying, and my eyes dance down her frame. I stand tall and proud, waiting, feeling fucking lucky to have her eyes firmly on me.

“You know I would’ve.” My body temperature rises just from having her near. I reach out to her, my hand sliding around her middle, like her curves were made just for me, and I pull her close, pinning her body to mine.

“Then once you came to, I would pull your swimsuit to the side and make you come so hard on my dick you wouldn’t want to go anywhere near the water without me again,” I murmur my filthy thoughts onto her lips, and her eyes widen slightly as she looks at me.

“Hmmmm, promises, promises… I need to get back to work so I can finish up on time. I have a hot date tonight.”

I almost groan as she steps away from me and circles back to her desk, leaving me hard and horny.

“Make sure you wear your dancing shoes, baby girl,” I tell her, walking backward, a few things to finish myself.

“Dancing?” she asks, looking at me quickly, surprise on her face.

“I’ll come to your place after work,” is all I tell her before I leave her office with a raging hard-on and a head full of questions. I pace back to my office, still thinking about the male visitor we had, so when I arrive at my desk, I pull up the security camera feed from the distillery. This Soren guy has me on edge. I didn’t like him when I met him, and I don’t like him now.

The footage doesn’t give me a very good angle, although I see a van, and the frame of the man who enters reception is similar to that of Soren. I lean back in my chair, wondering what the deal is between them. It could be nothing. It could be something. I will get my security team to run a background check.

At least then I’ll see if he’s hiding anything.

27

DAISY

We walk into the bar, and it’s the sound that hits me straightaway this time. Connor mentioned there was a band tonight, but what he failed to mention is that it looks like the entire town is here and the bar is packed.

“Ready?” he asks me as his hand slips around my waist, guiding me inside.

“Sure,” I say, not feeling sure at all. I mean, I’ve met some of these people, but not many of them, and I’m relieved that most of them are too busy chatting and dancing to even be looking my way. But just like last time, it’s almost as if Connor’s parting the seas when he walks in. People turn and look, smile, talk, some older ladies pulling him down and kissing his cheek, who get a wicked grin and a wink from him that has them swooning. It’s adorable, really.

But one thing I don’t miss is the fact that his hand remains on my back. Just like last time, he keeps me close, and we get a few looks, but everyone’s smiling. Connor introduces me to a few people as we walk through, and by the time we get to the bar, I’m thankful to perch up on the barstool, while Connor stands close to me, surveying the room.

“What’ll it be, boss?” a young guy from behind the bar asks Connor.

“My usual.” He nods, and then they both look at me.

“Oh, ummmm…” I’m not sure what I feel like.

“You came!” Victoria yells over the music. “Come on, let’s dance!” She pulls me from the barstool, and I laugh. Connor’s grinning as I stumble to the dance floor after her.

“Just follow everyone else,” Victoria yells, and I glance around me, seeing people move in time to the music. They’re lined up, boots on, hips swaying. They look awesome, and a smile takes over my face immediately. My love for live music and dancing is high, and I’m now in my element. I may be a big girl, but the Lord did grace me with a few key attributes. I happen to be a quick learner and have excellent rhythm. I watch for a beat, and my feet start to move. I make a few missteps, but after a while, I get the hang of it pretty well, and soon, Victoria and I are laughing and having a great time.

When I look back at the bar, Tanner’s with Connor, the two of them in conversation, but Connor’s eyes are firmly on me. It lights me up, knowing I have his full attention, and I move my hips with a little more sway just for him.

The songs change, as do the steps with each one, line dancing apparently very popular around here, but again, I pick it up quickly, following Victoria’s lead. I look around the dance floor, full of both men and women of all ages, and it’s nice to see.

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