Blame It On The Bikini. Natalie Anderson

that all?’ He paused a moment. ‘You don’t want to add some more about how unattractive you find me?’

      Very funny. ‘You’re so up yourself it’s unbelievable.’

      ‘But you still want me.’ He breathed out and then laughed. ‘You’re never going to be able to deny it. Not when you kissed me like that.’

      ‘You were the one who kissed me.’ Cross, she licked her extremely dry lips.

      ‘It started that way but within two seconds you were clawing my shirt off.’

      ‘I was trying to push you away.’

      The rogue laughed harder. Mya pulled her hand free of his grip and strode back through to the bar. She got behind it and found he was right there in front of her, waiting to be served—and still annoyingly amused.

      ‘You have to go now,’ she told him firmly, determined not to let that smile affect her. ‘I have work to do.’ She pulled out a chopping board, some lemons and a knife to prove it.

      ‘No.’ He shook his head. ‘I need you more than ever now.’

      Yeah, right. He’d never needed her before. And while she didn’t want to think he’d kissed her on a whim, the fact was he had. He’d never wanted to kiss her before, remember? The guy who had his pick of every woman in every room in the world hadn’t noticed her until she was hardly dressed. It really didn’t do much for her ego. And even less for his character. It showed he was simply attracted to the lowest common denominator—bared flesh.

      He shook his head in mock despair. ‘You suspect my motivation.’

      ‘Your reputation does precede you.’ She maintained her cool. ‘And all you’ve said and done so far tonight merely confirms the worst.’

      ‘Actually, Mya, I really do need you.’ His expression went serious. ‘I’m not just going to hire out the bar. I’m going to hire you.’