He has a devilish grin. My pulse skyrockets as he stands directly in front of me, his hand grazing the skin between my shirt and pants. I frantically search around the kitchen. No one is there.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
He leans down, and my breathing turns into panting. Just when I think he’s going to kiss me, he grabs my latte, brings it to his lips, and takes a sip. “Thanks for this.” Then the asswipe backs away.
I stand there, stunned for a moment. “Hey,” I whine, “that was mine.”
He shrugs. “Mine now. It tastes good.”
“Yes, becauseImade it. You watch yourself, Twitch,” I warn, and put my hands on my hips. “I know where you keep your secret chocolate stash.”
His eyes just about pop out of his head.
“Yeah, that’s right,” I murmur, quite pleased with myself. That’s where I’ll be getting my snack tonight after work.
His hand comes toward me with the drink.
“Oh, no. You keep it now. You started this!”
His eyebrows pinch together—he’s clearly unhappy that I threatened his precious chocolate. “When’s your lunchtime? Is it about one?”
I nod. “Yes, why?”
“I was going to come have lunch with you.” He looks away. “Oh, that’s right. I can’t. You’ve got a date with another man.”
I smirk and lower my voice. “Are you jealous?”
He scoffs, and I laugh. “No, I’m not,” he says defensively.
I point at him. “You so are!”
Ivy and Demon walk in, so I get to work making another damn latte. “Excited for your date?” Ivy asks.
I watch Demon raise a brow at Twitch. His lip quirks as if he’s amused.
“It’snota date. He’s my colleague. We’ll be working together, so it makes sense we get to know each other and get along.”
Ivy snorts. “You’ll get along all right.” She looks over at Twitch and cringes. “Morning, Twitch.”
“Morning.” His voice his dull, and he sounds unenthusiastic about this conversation.
I turn to Ivy. “I have to drive to the hospital. We’re doing the same shift. Are you sure you don’t want me to take you?” I peer at Demon. “Saves you a trip into town.”
With a sharp shake of his head, he answers my question.
Ivy gives me a tight smile. “Thank you. My paranoid partner here”—she elbows Demon in the ribs—“is still insisting on taking me.”
“That’s okay. I wanted to double-check.” I find it sweet that he still takes her to and from work. Even though the MC men are overprotective, it just shows that when they love, they love hard.
After my coffee is ready, I drink it while chatting with Ivy, then go upstairs, grab my bag, and wander back down to make my way to work.
As I pass by the computer room, someone grabs my arm and pulls me inside. The door bangs shut, my back up against it. Twitch leans into me. I’m breathing heavily, and the room feels like it’s getting smaller. “What are you doing?” I ask quietly.
His body is firm against mine, and he rubs his hard-on against my groin. I whimper. His lips brush against mine, his breath fluttering against my face. He kisses the corner of my jaw, then lightly trails his tongue up to my ear, making me tremble. “I hope you remember this on your littledate.”
My mouth drops open. I grab his shoulders and push him off me. “You’re evil!”
He laughs. I leave the room as quickly as humanly possible. I rush outside and to my car, where I attempt to get my breathing back to normal. He’s making some risky moves in the clubhouse. Anyone could have seen us in the kitchen or him grabbing and pulling me into the computer room. I get a thrill from the teasing. It’s addictive... or it will be until we get caught, that is. Together we are a firestorm, both intense and destructive, threatening to burn down our lives around us.
