My heart was racing, and excitement and nervousness bubbled up inside me. It was odd. Flirting had never affected me quite this way. Flirting with the patrons was part of my job. And like Pinky, I was good at my job because it came second nature to me. Flirting was harmless and meaningless, but fun and made people feel good. Of course I was good at the meaningful flirting as well. The seductive little games that lead to hot and sweaty horizontal games were also fun and exciting, but they never made my heart race like it did when I was playing them with Jarrett. When he had been here before, I had chalked the extra zing to the danger. After all, we had spent so much time together because he was protecting me from a deranged serial killer targeting people my sister loved. But now, I was starting to think the danger came from the man himself. Jarrett Campbell intrigued me more than any other man ever had, and that in itself was dangerous. “Do you know what you are doing?” I gasped and jumped, grabbing a wine bottle like a club as I spun.
