I raised my eyebrow at him. "I know Sienna, and if she falls in your lap, I hope your pants are on or that someone can perform the Heimlich on the girl."
"That sounds like a back-handed compliment on the size of my dick."
Of course it was. That's exactly what he heard. Why wouldn't it have been?
"Yes, that's exactly what I meant to say." I rolled my eyes and opened the glass washer door before its beeping drove me crazy. Given my current tired mood, it wasn't going to be hard to annoy me.
Ignoring that I was already marginally annoyed for the dumbest reason-which just annoyed me further.
I was a mess.
"Still not interested in meaningless hook-ups." Parker finished the whiskey and slid the glass across the bar to me, making sure it was on the coaster.
I snatched it up. "I don't really care what you do. Where you put your cock is none of my business." Yanking the tray out of the washer, I stared at him out of the corner of my eye. "As long as it doesn't interfere with your job, shove it wherever you like."
His lips tugged up, a hint of smugness breaking through the genuine half-smile. "Was that an offer?"
"So help me, Parker, get your ass the hell out of my bar before I hit you."
He grabbed his stuff, laughing, and headed for the door. "See you tomorrow."
"Unfortunately." I yelled the word after him, and the second the door clicked shut, I scrambled from behind the bar to lock it.
One look around the quiet, empty bar, and I made an executive decision to grab the register and do the money upstairs tonight. It was late, I was tired, and as much as I didn't want to admit it, my stomach had twisted every single time Parker had mentioned his penis.
I wanted to throw up at the thought of him and Sienna together.
And I didn't want to think about the ramifications of that at all.
***
Waking up after a dream about walking in on your gorgeous employee having sex with your brother's best friend wasn't something I'd advise.
Actually, I advise not having such a dream at all. It was disturbing and uncomfortable, and I didn't want to address the hard-hitting anger I'd felt when I'd woken up from it.
Even now, an hour later, I was still annoyed. I didn't know if it was a warning from my subconscious or some screwed-up dream designed to torture me and admit that I maybe had the slightest crush on Parker Hamilton.
As long as he kept his mouth shut and had a paper bag over his head.
It was unfair. My entire life I'd gotten by happily hating him, him happily hating me, and both of us co-existing in a state of basic avoidance, not even trying to ignore each other when forced together.
I liked that. It was easy. It had always been the status quo of our relationship-mainly, there wasn't one.
Then, this curveball happened. Now, I'm forced into spending more time with him than I'm truly comfortable with, and every time he switches that dumb little smile onto me, I'm not gonna lie, I get...tingly.
I'm a woman. I have needs. I also have feels, and these feels are fucked up.
Add in Sienna's obvious crush on the guy... I was between a rock and a hard place. Sadly, the rock wasn't a wall and the hard place wasn't Parker.
Wait.
What?
No. That's not what I meant. I meant a guy. Any guy. Any guy except him.
Dear god, I had to get out more. Or I just needed a break. A day off, even.
Something had to give if I was thinking about that.
My phone rang on the bar. Mom's name flashed on the screen, and my stomach sunk right through my feet and disappeared into the ground. It was earlier than I'd expected her to call.
"Hello?" I answered warily.
"Yia-Yia has decided she's cooking breakfast at the bar," came her response.
I choked on thin air. "She's doing what?"
"She's making everyone omelets at the bar."
She was doing what? "Why can't she do that in your kitchen? It's huge. Tell her to leave mine alone."
"No idea."
"Have you even attempted to talk her out of this?"
There was a rambling in Greek in the background, and Mom's next words were in Greek, too.
"Oh no," I said, instantly understanding. "You did not just tell her that I'd love to have her here?"
"The Karras' are in town. Every woman for herself." She hung up.
I pinched the bridge of my nose before dialing back. She answered on the first ring, and before she could say a word, I said, "It's not my kitchen! Technically, it's Parker's, and he's not here for another hour, so she's gonna have to wait."
Mom coughed, but its suddenness hinted that she was hiding a laugh. "You know if I tell her that she's going to march right next door, don't you?"