Tina stared at the glowing screen of her laptop, pretending to type, but her thoughts weren't on the quarterly report in front of her. They were… elsewhere. Somewhere warm. Somewhere chaotic. Somewhere Andrew existed.
It was absurd. She, Tina Sterling—the CEO heiress of one of the largest conglomerates in the city—was letting her brain wander to a bartender. A bartender! She nearly snorted out loud. But there it was: that pull, that constant tug in her chest whenever she thought of him. She knew his scent, even in her mind. Honey, and just a touch of something sharp—sassy Andrew. Her Andrew.
She tapped a finger against the edge of her desk, eyes narrowing.
~Why do I care so much about whether he's working or not? ~
