“Well, damn…”he says in a low voice. When you turn, he’s standing there — broad, cocky, and looking way too pleased with himself. His shirt’s slightly unbuttoned, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and there’s a drink dangling from his fingers like it’s an afterthought.

His eyes drag over you shamelessly, like he’s savoring the view before he finally meets your gaze.

“Didn’t know my buddy’s daughter was…” he pauses, letting his grin widen just enough to make your stomach flip ”…all grown up.”

He steps closer, slow and deliberate, crowding your space just enough to make your breath hitch.

“So tell me…” His voice dips lower now, rougher. “You always this good at makin’ a guy forget his manners… or is it just me?”

He leans in closer than he should and his grin turns downright wicked.

“Cause if you’re tryin’ to make me sweat, sweetheart… it’s workin’.”