Tropical Romance: A Billionaire Love Story (The Romance Series #3)

Clover Carpenter has made a comfortable life for herself on Heart Island. Waking up to blue skies, sand and palm trees is a dream come true, not to mention a relief. The pretty bartender was able to literally put an ocean between herself and her past. Finally, she can breathe again.

Then she meets Blaine. He’s very tall, incredibly good looking and unbelievably fit. He’s also the worst co-worker ever. He breaks almost as many glasses as he washes and the drinks he mixes are truly disgusting. Until he made her life complicated, Clover never thought she could be stressed on such a beautiful island.

Of course, it doesn’t help that her sister is visiting and the past is being drudged up. It also doesn’t help that Clover can’t stop fantasizing about sexy, klutzy, gorgeous Blaine. He’s a pain in her ass yet she desperately wants him. It seems like he’s into her, too. What’s a girl to do?

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Clover handed Blaine a glass and held her breath as he tasted her latest love.

“Damn,” he said appreciatively after he had downed the drink. “That is good. It’s really good! And only three ingredients, that’s awesome. Maybe it’s something I could even make,” he joked. “What’s it called?”

“Bend Me Over.”

Blaine stopped in his tracks, his eyebrow shooting up. “Okay, but what’s the drink called?”

Clover’s eyes grew wide. She had answered automatically, without even thinking about it. As a bartender, she came across a lot of dirty drink names and thought nothing of it. But Blaine had made it more than clear he wasn’t a bartender. And he probably wasn’t nearly as accustomed to hearing vulgar drink names as she was.

And now she had just told him to bend her over.

“I didn’t mean – I don’t – that’s the name of the drink!” she sputtered, completely flustered.

Blaine burst out laughing. “I figured as much,” he told her once he could speak again. “I was just playing. And your reaction was priceless.”

“Oh my God,” she exhaled, starting to giggle as relief washed over her. “You have the best poker face. For a second there I was afraid you really did think I was sexually harassing you!”

“It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world,” he replied as their laughter died down.

Silence suddenly fell over them. Blaine was just standing there, towering over Clover as they held their empty glasses and stared at each other. She struggled to come up with something to say – anything at all. But the longer she looked at him, the harder it was to think clearly.