Chapter 6
Feeling flustered
I glance at myself in the mirror on the back wall of the bar. Are my cheeks red?
God, I feel flustered.
But his eyes. God, those eyes. Green, but not just green, they have flecks of blue and gold shimmering through them, like sunlight on water. They are hypnotic. Intense.
And the way he looked at me… like he saw me. And liked what he saw.
Then his gaze dropped to my chest and for the first time in forever, I felt that low flutter in my core. The kind that makes you want to blush and bite your lip at the same time.
I glance sideways at the mirror.
Yep. He’s still watching me. Staring. If looks could devour, I’d be a five-course meal.
Okay, Camille. Chill. He’s just a guy. A sinfully hot guy who smells amazing and looks like he could ruin you in the best possible way.
But still. Just a guy.
Right. Focus. Make the drink. Deliver the drink. Be cool.
I turn around, keeping my most professional bartender smile in place as I bring him his Bundaberg Rum.
“Here you are,” he takes it from me with a nod, his fingers brushing mine for half a second. Barely enough to feel, but it’s still enough to notice the electricity.
“Thanks,” his voice is low and smooth, like warm velvet. “I’m Lucas. Who might you be?”
I glance down for a second, feeling shy, and then force myself to meet his gaze. My palms are sweaty. My throat is tight.
“Camille,” I smile at him. “Nice to meet you.”
His smile? Dangerous. Perfect lips, straight white teeth, the kind of grin that could bring a girl to her knees. Yeah. I’d kiss him. No hesitation.
Snap out of it, Camille.
You’re working. And you just got out of a relationship. A bad one. The kind that made you feel small, invisible. And you’ve only just started feeling like yourself again. You’re not ready for this. Right?
Right. You promised yourself you wouldn’t get distracted—not yet.
“I better get back to it,” nodding towards the crowd behind him. “Lots of people to serve.”
“I’ll be back soon,” his eyes are still locked on mine, and then he winks.
I swear my knees go a little weak. I manage a smile—barely—and turn away before I fully combust.
From the other side of the bar, Danielle catches my eye and immediately starts making a cheeky hand gesture with her fingers—thumb and forefinger making a circle, her other pointer finger going in and out.
I choke on a laugh, rolling my eyes at her. Of course she saw our interaction. I shake it off. I’ve got the rest of the night to get through, and I cannot afford to get distracted.
Still… As I keep serving, I can’t help wondering when Lucas is coming back. And hoping it’s soon.