Freya’s POV

What the fuck?

If that was the manager, then—God. I couldn’t help but blush at the images flashing through my mind as I looked at the shirtless man now standing in front of me.

Thank goodness he was wearing pants.

He smirked like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“What?” he asked, voice dipped in amusement. “Are you scared?”

“No,” I said too quickly.

He crossed his arms, the movement making the ...