“I think I trust our boss, and he’s always done right by us.” Mickey shook his head. “Chill the fuck out.” He clapped a hand on Duncan’s back. “Go get your car and go home.”
“Are you guys hitting the restaurant tonight?”
“Cold said ‘soon.’ You know as much as I do right now.”
“Yeah, okay. Whatever.” Duncan still seemed upset, but he managed a weak smile. “You watch your ass if you do, okay?”
“Don’t worry,” Roger teased as he suddenly popped up beside Mickey. “I’ll be watching it very closely.”
Mickey scowled.
“And how do you two know each other?” Duncan demanded. “You met at the gas station?”
“Mickey made a really big impression on me,” Roger teased. “Had no idea we’d be working together. Isn’t this great?”
“He’s nuts,” Mickey said flatly.
Duncan glanced between the two of them, and he smiled wide. “Yeah, I can see that. Well, you have fun. Try not to get into too much trouble.”
Mickey scoffed as Duncan abruptly left, and he glared daggers at his back. He didn’t understand why Duncan had smiled like that. “The fuck?”
“So, Mickey.” Roger wagged his eyebrows, sashaying uncomfortably close. “Wanna blow my mind while we wait?”
Roger’s gaze was so intense that Mickey had to take a step back. He wasn’t sure if Roger wanted to fuck him or fight him, maybe both. No one had ever looked at him like that, and a surge of heat was twisting up inside of him.
Mickey wanted to punch Roger right in his pretty face, shove him up against the bar, and get another taste of that delicious thrill again. He’d liked overpowering Roger, and he’d liked being in control.
Roger seemed to have enjoyed it too.
Mickey had never been daring in the bedroom, his partners few and their time together brief. He’d certainly never had the urge to push one of their faces down into a bar and fuck them raw just to shut them up for five seconds.
Shit, where did all ofthatcome from?
“Go play in fuckin’ traffic.” Mickey scoffed in disgust and stomped toward the bathroom, trying to squash his lustful desires. He needed to get some space before he did something stupid.
Slamming the bathroom door behind him, he went to the sink to splash some cold water on his face.
He needed to get a grip.
No one ever got him this riled up. He was a professional. He was working. He didn’t need some punk pushing his buttons like this.
When the bathroom door opened and he saw Roger in the reflection of the mirror, he wanted to scream.
“Maybe we got off on the wrong foot,” Roger said as he strolled toward him. “Hi, I’m Roger. I’m an Aries, and I like candlelit dinners and big dicks. You?”
Mickey’s face got hot, and he warned, “If you jeopardize this job, I will end you myself. I am not gonna put up with your weird bullshit while we’re working. Been waiting far too long for this.”
“Mmm, you’re so tense.” Roger was only a few inches away now. He smiled at Mickey, and he reached up to adjust his collar. “You really need to—”
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me,” Mickey barked, smacking Roger’s hand away. He could smell his cologne, and his thoughts were swarmed with the memory of what it had felt like to be pressed up against him.
“Sheesh, just trying to be friendly!” Roger laughed, and he pushed Mickey.
It was hard enough to send Mickey off balance, and he had to catch himself on the sink. He couldn’t stop his temper from flaring, and he shoved Roger back. “You fucker!”
Roger stumbled, but he bounced up and pushed Mickey again with a loud laugh.
The energy between them was charged, hot, and Mickey wanted to hit him. No, he wanted tospankhim, treat him like the petulant little child he was acting like. He couldn’t believe how reckless Roger was being. Mickey tried to knock him back again, but now Roger had a hold of his shirt.
