I look up from my seat at the bar where I'm sorting through receipts as the group of men walk past. Alexi deep in conversation with Santagato amid them and I try my best to blank them completely. Still pissed as hell and overly prickly from earlier. He pauses as they come level and looks at me coldly, pulling my eyes to his with just the power of that stare and I curse myself for the tingles that spread across my body like wildfire. Averting my gaze just as quickly and trying to zone him out.
"Walters?" He almost barks it, prickish tone and bossy shithead demeanour fully engaged and I slowly lift my head deliberately to hide the fact I'm hating on him and he is not exactly helping the situation.
"What, Mr Carrero." I ooze hostile charm and sarcasm as I glare right at his smug bastard fac
