Chapter 8

Avery’s POV

“Miss Walters?” This is what I hear instead, and I snap my head away from the dr*g boss at the sound of the manager’s voice.

He stares at me expectantly, and I give him a questioning look.

He tilts his chin to the gambling table, and I look to see that the men are no longer there. And I nod and head over to begin clearing up the drinks glasses. My brain still functions in overdrive, though, as I can’t get the taste of him out of my head no matter how hard I try.

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Gaius’ POV

Avery Walters.

Finally, a name I can use instead of ‘preening lady’. She’s not what I was expecting, but at the same time, she is and a lot more. Yesterday, when I met her up close, I totally lost track of where I was. All I could see were her eyes and nose and lips, and I gorged my eyes on them, wondering how she’d taste.

But then she saw me and fled and I waited for her to come out so I could continue staring at her but five minutes an