“I already told you, Bambina; confess how crazy you are for me, and I’ll marry you before dawn. We both know you have the serious hots for your sexy boss.” His face is nothing but sheer jest and smiles. I shake my head, eyes rolling at his usual annoying self, and sigh simultaneously.

“You’re infuriating,” I scold gently.

“That’s why you’re crazy in love with me, shorty. Drink?” he asks as he leads me to the table, but I shake my head; I guess he’s signaling ...