And he liked the mini tacos.I’ve seen him stuff his face with them a time or two—or twenty.
“I’ll do an order of those, sure,” I told him, but before I could find a place to sit, Rory came through the kitchen doors.
“I need to talk to you,” he said, looking at me but addressing no one in particular.Ass could at least use my name.
He stalked past me to the back office, assuming I’d follow.
I didn’t want to, but he was one of my bosses so on principle, I did.
I noticed it earlier—hell, I noticed it a few times over the year but I really appreciated it now—but the way Rory wore jeans that molded to his ass, making it mouth-watering, and the white long-sleeved Henley that still showed off the groves of his shoulders and back, further adding to his appeal.Where Conor was big and bulky in muscle, Rory had more of a swimmer’s body—but was definitely still well-endowed in the muscle department.
Rory only stood a few inches taller than me, but his muscle gave me that odd sense of security.
Which was incredibly disconcerting, seeing as I didn’t much like the guy.
When I entered the office, I deliberately left the door open but Rory took my wrist in his hand and pulled me from the door, shutting it one handedly.Before I could open my mouth about him manhandling me, I was pushed against the door and his mouth was on mine.
I opened my mouth and put my hands to his chest with the intent to pull away and tell him to stop, but instead I brushed my tongue against his probing one.My hands moved up and were in his two-months-past-due hair, fisting against the locks and holding his face to mine.My eyes were closed but I could feel him all around me, one hand on the side of my neck, curling over the back, and the other grabbing my hip, keeping me pulled close.
I hated him but, oh my God, the way he kissed.The way he took control of my body.
What in the ever loving hell was I doing?And why did I enjoy it so much?
I wanted to hate him.This was the man who dated women long enough to get them to leave raving reviews for O’Gallaghers, only to dump them twenty-four hours later.
This was the man who pretended to support his community, only to be a twelve-year old ass about it later, leaving terrible reviews and slandering the other companies.
This was the man who participated in those stupid pyramid schemes for weight loss companies, supporting the fit and beautiful, only to push down and be cruel to those who didn’t fit in with his ideal.
Rory’s social media presence was everywhere and in it, he went on and on about how sometimes making money took time, that being an entrepreneur took patience, and how every single person had something to offer, but his actions were always so incredibly different from his words.
These were the very reasons I didn’t like him.
He was a fake.
He was a fraud.
He was an asshole.
But my God, he kissed me like he wanted me.
I had to remind myself that this was simply him.
This was Rory O’Gallagher at his finest.
I needed to push away.I needed to put us back on our even ground.
Instead, I pulled him closer.I was going to hate myself in ten minutes, but I was going to enjoy him for the time being.
Rory
I was through with Emily Winters spitting nails at me.
I wanted her fire and fury utilized in a different way, and damn if she wasn’t proving she could hand it out in spades.
I’d been wiping down the bar while one of our newer bartenders, Jordan, manned the bar itself, when I heard her voice coming from the kitchen.
I’d always been drawn to her voice, even though whenever she used it for me it was cold.I could pull her voice out of a rambunctious crowd, always able to pin-point her by following the melodic notes in her tone.
