“Wait.” Sally leaned back. “What?”
“I said you smell amazing.” He breathed in again. “Makes me want to—”
“Jericho, Sally, get to work and quit petting each other.” Cross’ voice penetrated the little bubble in which they’d been entranced.
“You suck the fun out of everything, boss,” Jericho whined as he stepped back again. He winked at Sally as he ran his finger across her midsection again on his way past her to the door leading to the back of the bar.
Sally stood there attempting to catch her breath. She was in trouble. Cross had told her to be careful about Jericho and now she knew why. Resisting him was going to be challenging. Sally didn’t have much experience with guys, but she wasn’t blind or stupid. Jericho was all kinds of yummy and his confident charm only made him even more irresistible.
She grabbed the apron her coworker had so casually tossed onto the counter and wrapped it around her. It did nothing to cover the exposed skin. Then she tucked a towel in her back pocket, leaving some hanging out.
Sally began her assigned opening duties for the day. She had been surprised at how many patrons that had poured in for happy hour as the previous business workday ended. She didn’t expect tonight to be any different. As she began drying some recently washed glasses, she let her mind drift to the glowing eyes, or what she thought were glowing eyes, peering back at her from Jericho’s all too handsome face. They had been glowing, she was sure of it. Or had she just been so enamored with his attention that she was seeing things?
“No daydreaming, little rabbit,” Jericho said as he smacked her on her rear in passing. She’d noticed the night before that he was a touchy feely type. But today he seemed to be taking it up a notch. Sally didn’t like to play games. She wouldn’t let him jerk her around by her hormones. By the end of the night, she had every intention of knowing where the flirting was going, if anywhere. She’d originally told him that she wasn’t interested in a relationship, but perhaps she hadn’t been totally honest with him or with herself. Though she hated to admit it, she was lonely. Jericho was funny, kind, and made her feel like she mattered. Maybe she would be making a big mistake if she did let anything happened between them. The only way she would know would be to give him a chance.
It was halfway into the busiest time of the evening when Sally decided she was beginning to get a picture of what exactly Jericho was looking for. Every guy that hit on her received a front row seat view of Jericho doing something outrageous, like blowing seductively on the back of her neck as she poured a drink, and then chuckling along with the other employees and patrons, when she spilled said drink. Not long afterwards, when a guy asked her for her number, Jericho had come up behind her and wrapped a strong arm around her waist. He’d pulled her back against his impressive chest and mock whispered how much he was looking forward to after closing time with her. She’d thought he was just teasing in an effort to keep the male customers from getting too aggressive with her. That all changed when another guy approached the bar. This man had everyone else moving away from him. He was the type of person that commanded the room without ever having to say a word. His shoulders were pulled back, his chin held up in confidence, and the smirk on his face dared any one to confront him at their own peril.
He sat down at the bar and Sally swallowed painfully before walking over to him and asking “What can I get you?” She noticed Jericho stepping closer to her.
“I’ll take whatever your most popular beer is on tapandI’ll have a side dish of you.”
Sally had started to grab a cold glass but froze when his words registered in her brain. She looked up at him and, for the second time that night, her breath stuck in her throat as her eyes met a pair of glowing ones. Before she could say anything, Jericho was there pushing her behind him. He was growling, honest to goodness growling, at the other man.
“Mine,” Jericho rumbled. “I’ll be happy to get that beer for you.” Jericho spoke to her but didn’t turn away from the guy on the other side of the bar. “Beautiful, could you go down and get us more pretzels and chips?” Jericho asked her in a completely different voice.
“Um, sure,” Sally said, though unsure if she should leave the two guys alone. When she didn’t move, Jericho turned and walked over to her, the other man’s eyes trained on her.
“Hey,” Jericho said gently as he placed a finger under her chin and turned her head to face him and tilted it back so she could look up at him. “You okay?”
“His eyes were glowing,” she whispered softly. Jericho’s eyes widened briefly but then he pressed a kiss to her forehead and chuckled. “I think your imagination is getting the best of you. I’ll deal with 007, while you get those things, okay?”
She nodded before turning away and hurrying to do as he asked. By the time she got back, the other man had moved away from the bar and now sat on the opposite side in the far right corner.
After the five o’clock rush died down, and before the eight thirty rush began, Sally walked over to where Jericho was refilling salt shakers. “What was up with that, earlier?”
“Going to have to be a tad more specific, sweetheart.”
Sally rolled her eyes. He had a thing about nicknames. “The wholeminething. It sounded as if you were, I don’t know, like, claiming me or something.”
“I was,” he responded as if it were no big deal.
“Don’t you think you ought to speak with me about it before you do that?”
“We’re talking about it now. I want you to be mine.”
His bluntness threw her off guard. “We’ve only known each other for a few days. How can you possibly know that you want me to be yours?”
“Sometimes you just know things.”
She wanted to stomp her foot at his infuriating calmness. Why was he so calm? He was changing the dynamics of their relationship and hadn’t even given her a chance to process it. “So you want to what? Be together?”
“In the biblical sense?” he asked with a grin. “Definitely, but I can wait for that until we’ve known each other a tad bit longer.”
“How generous of you,” she huffed. “Did you ever think that I might not want to be with you?”
Jericho moved faster than a human should be able to. One minute she’d been standing with her hip cocked against the wall just in front of the doors that lead to the back, and the next she was pushed through said doors and up against a wall. Jericho’s body, his very male body, was pressed very closely to hers. Sally had to tilt her head back in order to see him, and that brought her lips in dangerous proximity to his.
“Do you want to be mine?” he asked and she shuddered as his hands gripped her hips.
