Page 53 of Mr. Hook-up

“Love you, Saara.”

“Love you more.”

I slipped my phone into my purse and walked back into the bar, catching a glimpse of our table and how everyone was congregated around it. Drinks were in their hands. Conversation flowed from their lips. My focus shifted to Easton, the way he was laughing at something the head of finance said, his hand combing the scruff on both sides of his mouth.

That man.

He made even the smallest gesture look so incredibly sexy.

And once again, my body was failing me.

Tingling.

Bursting.

Aching.

Before he noticed me gawking, I decided to make a stop at the restroom, turning my back to the group and heading to the other side of the bar. Once I found my way into a stall, I played the hover dance, balancing over the toilet to make sure nothing fell or touched until I was safely at the sink washing my hands.

I was just adding soap when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I definitely had the buzzed look going on—flushed cheeks, eyes wide and observant. A smile that wouldn’t leave my lips. Movements that were slightly overexaggerated. The little makeup I’d worn was long gone, and the collar of my sweater had fallen dangerously low down my arm, showing my entire shoulder.

Easton’s eyes had wandered there a few times throughout the night.

Easton ... my boss.

Someone I shouldn’t be so personable and forthcoming with. Someone I shouldn’t be staring at from across the bar. Someone who shouldn’t be in my head at all.

But from the moment we had arrived here, I’d felt his gaze.

And even though I’d found myself in other conversations tonight, some with Holden and Grayson, the heads of HR and accounting, during those chats, I’d still caught tiny glimpses of Easton’s delicious lips and the way they parted to sip his drink. The way his fingers traced the top of his glass made me wonder how his hands would feel on my body.

I couldn’t stop my mind from strolling through the possibilities.

I couldn’t stop fantasizing.

But ... I needed to stop.

I needed to concentrate on the now, and that was fixing how frazzled the day had made me look. I ran my hands through my hair and adjusted my sweater, adding a quick swipe of gloss from a tube in my bag. I turned away from the sink, and just as I was walking toward the door, it opened.

The sight caused my feet to immediately halt.

That mouth. Those eyes. That haunting grin.

Oh God.

He looked so beautiful, I could barely breathe.

But why was Easton in the ladies’ room?

Had he come in to look for me?

I tried to ignore the smile playing across his lips when I asked, “What are you doing in here?”

He stopped only feet away. “I should be asking you that question.”

“Me?”

He nodded toward the left, causing me to look in that direction, where I noticed a row of urinals. “You’re in the men’s room.”

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