From the moment Anna Charlotte stormed into my bar and demanded answers from me, I hadn’t been able to get her out of my mind. She was infuriating, and she had no right to question the way I ran my business. Who did she think she was?
Just because her son was one of my employees, she didn’t get to stick her nose in. She could sit her curvy, cute butt on a stool and stew, but she couldn’t say a peep.
Who was I kidding? Anna didn’t know how to sit still and not talk. Or complain. Or instruct me to fix all the things I was doing wrong. Which seemed to be everything.
There was only one way to shut her up. And it was damn effective.
Trust was a four-letter word in my life. Whenever I thought I could trust someone, they taught me real quick that I was wrong. So, why would I trust Hudson Grant? He owns a bar, for crying out loud. He wasn’t looking out for my son’s best interest.
It didn’t matter that his grades had improved since starting to work for Hudson. Or that he was focused on his future. Or that he helped out at home without being asked and did his homework and helped his brother. None of that had to do with Hudson.
It couldn’t. That wasn’t who he was. I knew men like him. Men who were only interested in one thing. Men who didn’t care if they broke your heart. Men who…were nothing like Hudson Grant.
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She opened her mouth to interrupt, and I held up a hand to stop her.
“If you’re not happy with Joey working here, he can quit. I’m not forcing him to stay here.”
She twisted up her lips like she was sucking on a lemon.
I’ll give her something to suck on.
The thought sent me stumbling backward. She was off-limits. So far off-limits, she might as well be in another country. I could not… anything with her. I couldn’t kiss her, touch her, claim her. It didn’t matter how many fantasies I had about her, she was not and never would be mine.
“Joey needs the job,” she said quietly. “We need the money. And before you start in on what a horrible mother I am—”
“I don’t know where the hell you get that idea, but I have never said you’re a horrible mother. Not everyone is born with a silver spoon. Most of us have to work our asses off to get what we have.”
She nodded, that amber hair tumbling over her shoulders and falling in gentle waves over her breasts. Breasts I wasn’t allowed to notice. Breasts I shouldn’t be noticing. Breasts I couldn’t help but notice.
“I don’t like seeing my kid hurt, and you—”
I took two steps toward her. Her eyes widened as I moved into her space. I didn’t give her time to react. I just leaned down and sealed my lips to hers.
Instantly, I knew I’d fucked up. She was definitely going to make Joey quit. And she was probably going to file an assault charge against me. I deserved it, too. I put my hands on her without permission. Without even asking for permission. I—
Fuck me, she kissed me back. Her lips parted under mine in invitation. One I wasn’t going to pass up. I backed her up until she hit the wall and closed the door next to us. The last thing I needed was someone walking in on us. Not when I finally got her in my arms.