Annika leaned back into his kiss and was rewarded with his hands on her body and hard muscle supporting her. She moaned again. “You’ll get no argument from me.” She was wearing his shirt, so Daniel was currently shirtless, his hair pleasantly rumpled and jeans slung low. As he came around to sit across from her, she couldn’t complain about the view.

“Ha! You’re the one who wanted to eat in the first place.”

“You have a shift!” Annika said.

“That I do.” He glanced at his phone. “But I still have time.” He grinned wickedly at her. “Eat fast, you’re wasting precious time.”

“Why is your sister so worried about you eating when you can cook for yourself?”

Annika regretted the question immediately as his eyes darkened, and the sexy grin disappeared into sadness. “Because I don’t usually have food in my fridge to cook. It’s easier to grab something on the go. And besides—” his eyes lit up again “—I needed an excuse to show up at the bar to see you.”

Annika relished the last bit of that omelet and gulped her coffee before going to him. He turned toward her in his chair; she brought her legs around him, straddling him. “I’m done.”

“I thought you’d eat forever.” His voice was oh so husky with desire for her, and she was heady with the effect she had on him. He wrapped strong calloused hands under her shirt and around her waist, kissing her like he hadn’t spent the whole evening doing just that. And more. Annika was just surrendering to him when the door opened. Annika flew out of Daniel’s lap and onto the floor, looking up to find Naya standing in the doorway.

Naya’s eyes widened and then quickly scrunched shut. “Oh, God. Oh, God. I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t see anything.”

Annika scrambled to standing. Naya opened one eye slowly.

“It’s fine, Naya.” Annika smiled. “We’re dressed.” She glanced at Daniel, who widened his eyes at her. She shifted so she stood in front of him, partially blocking him from view. “Well, sort of.”

Naya opened her other eye and tilted her head to peek behind Annika. Her eyes widened again before she quickly shifted her gaze to Annika. “Daniel?” she stage-whispered, as if Daniel couldn’t hear them.

Annika flushed and glared at Naya. Daniel chuckled softly behind her as he stood up and waved, grinning. “Hey, Naya. Your timing is impeccable—every time.”

It was Naya’s turn to flush as she waved back. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

Awkward silence floated around for a beat until Naya spoke. “Yeah. So, I’ll just pop into my room and grab a few things. I’ll be gone before you know it.”

“No. It’s fine. Daniel has a shift soon anyway. No need to run off.”