“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir,” I tilt my head up even as my heart hammers wildly against my ribs. “And it certainly wasn’t my fault. Who stands directly behind someone that closely anyway?”His grip around my waist tightens in immediate response, the subtle shift of his broad palm across my waist to back and then to my waist, is sending a wave of electric tingles shooting straight down my spine. The gin is already humming in my blood, softening my edges and amplifying every point of contact between us. Aa if it has amplified ten times. The