“Drinks, that apology, and maybe I’ll think about forgiveness,” she pressed.

Keiran looked ready to argue, lips slightly curled in a show of annoyance, but he eventually sighed. “Fine. Whatever. Your public apology’ll come tomorrow.”

“And I don’t mean some half-assed status update that don’t mean shit. A video. Let me see you’re really sincere.”

“Seriously?” He frowned.

“Seriously.” She munched on the olive, waiting, gaze challenging. Did he really think he could shit on her livelihood and get off so easily?

He shook his head, gaze stormy. “It’ll be done. What drinks does everyone want?”

The ladies tossed out their orders, and Cherisse grinned triumphantly. Score one for her. Keiran turned to head to the bar, and she fell in beside him. He looked down at her. “I don’t need a chaperone.”

“I got a link at the bar. I can get us the drinks faster.”

His skeptical look said he didn’t believe that. “What? You think you got more bar game than me?”

“You’re rapidly losing points here, and yeah. You think cuz you got all this going on”—she drew a circle around his body with her finger—“you can get through faster?” Oh, she would show him.

“Glad you noticed what I got going on.”

God, she wanted to smack that grin right off his face. Damn, her loose lips. She would have never made such a rookie mistake if she hadn’t had a few drinks. “You’re not all that.” Weak as a comeback, but she couldn’t let his ribbing stand.

“I haven’t had any complaints.”

“Well, neither have I!” she shot back, heat rushing up to her face as she grew more pissed off. “We’ll see who gets the bartender’s attention first.”

Challenge flared in his eyes. “Game on.”

This was a game Keiran was going to lose, he just didn’t know it yet. In spite of her increasing urge to cuss up a blue streak at Keiran, she smiled. Poor man.

She waved him forward, glaring at the way his white t-shirt clung to his back as he passed her by. Damn, the workout he must do to get muscles like that.

Nope. What the fuck was she doing checking out his back muscles?

She shook away her wayward thoughts. Get a grip, girl. The bar was crowded. Keiran didn’t bother to push through the people packed around, trying to get the bartender’s attention. He stood back, obviously hoping to use his height to his advantage, and possibly his annoyingly charming smile. He had that grin set to stun as he signaled to the Chinese woman with the long black hair who was sliding a beer over to one of the patrons.

“Hi.” Keiran ramped up the bright smile.

Cherisse kept her grin in check. Barely. This was going to be hilarious. The woman’s slight frown transformed into a full-blown grin, lighting up her round face. “Hey, darling! Am I glad you decided to grace me with your sexy self tonight.”

Keiran tossed Cherisse a victorious smile before turning back to the woman. “Glad to be of service. Can I get...?”