“And I guess it figures that you’d be one of those. It never gets old when people tell you how much they like the product. “You like my key lime and Thai basil?” I ask, hearing pleasure in my own voice. That key lime and Thai basil pie was amazing. “Besides, your pies have already made me slow and agreeable. “Oh, I’m easy,” Gunnar says, giving me an intentionally sleazy wink.
“As if two cocktails and a beer would put you under my spell.” But I dodge the question, because I’ve never been brave. My pulse picks up, because it’s hard to miss the innuendo there. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” Gunnar asks. “Another round of these if you wouldn’t mind.” “Is that an occupational hazard? You can’t eat or drink anything without reconfiguring it in your mind?” But, um, I wonder if I could do better than strawberry rhubarb-that’s been done, you know?” “It’s, uh, something I’ve used in springtime pies. “Look, you don’t have to tell me what’s on your mind,” Gunnar muses, and I realize I’ve been silent for some time. It’s really no surprise that my drink disappears quickly. Maybe I sound melodramatic, but I don’t want to die before I experience terrific sex. On the other hand, if I don’t get out of this rut, then Spalding wins. If another man tells me I’m no fun, I don’t know how I’d come back from that. And thanks to him, I’m afraid to try again with someone else. My ex is the only person I’ve ever been naked with. You’re not very adventurous, Spalding said. What if he laughs in my face? Or-this might even be worse-what if he says yes? And then we get naked and I can’t satisfy him? It was other parts of me who were doing all the begging. My heart had thumped along with only one word. I saw him look toward the pub, weighing his choices. I watched him get out of that cab and then check the time. And just as soon I figure out how to make a skinny peppermint latte with milk poured in the shape of a kitten.Įarlier, I’d spotted him even before he came into the bar. There’s nobody more skilled at stealth ops than me.
I’d forgotten how much we infuriate each other, and that she somehow fills me with both irritation and desire in the same breath. But now I have to call her “boss,” and do everything the curvy perfectionist asks of me. Going undercover as Posy’s new barista wasn’t my idea. It’s my job to identify him before he can harm a hair on her pretty head. There’s a murderer on the loose in New York, and he seems to spend a lot of time at Posy’s shop. I’m the VP of a secretive billion-dollar security company. But all she gave me was a single kiss before I had to skip town. Posy was the pampered girl I tried to impress. Growing up, I was the rough guy from the wrong neighborhood who couldn’t catch a break. I loved Gunnar and Posy's bickering and banter and both their steamy tension and the constant mention of lattes and pie left hungry for more! I'm so excited to share an excerpt from Sarina Bowen's latest book, Loverboy, out December 1st.
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