I stare at him. He’s perusing me too but he’s subtle about it. Could he be bi, or gay? Or am I imagining his imperceptible interest?
“You can give me your name, beautiful.When did my brother hire you? I haven't seen you here before?”
As I hoped, he looks taken off guard by my comment with his eyes wide in shock. Hm. “Beautiful” isn't what he was expecting, buthe’s in for a surprise if he thinks I'll stop there. I don't know boundaries and I get what I want. What I want is him, preferably bent over this table while the audience watches me claim him. Maybe it can be the new headline act.
He clears his throat, unsure how he should approach me, which is a good sign that the primary fear I inspire is not lost on him. “My name is Seb, sir. This is my first shift. I met with Lev … I mean, Mr. Kozlov, yesterday when he offered me the job. I’m on a week's trial.”
I hear what he is saying, but I’m distracted. What would he taste like? What would he look like spread on my bed with his blood dripping down his chest from where I mark him? I think he'd look perfect and I’m impatient, wanting to get him there.
“My brother has great taste. We needed some hot male ass around here, and here you are, like a gift from God. Tell me, Seb, do you like to fuck men?”
His face pales and he looks shocked, angry but also slightly bewildered, mouth open, his eyebrows nearly reaching his hairline by my blunt response. There’s no point sugar coating things. I’m a man who knows what he wants, and I'll take it whether he’s offering or not.
“I’m sorry, sir, but I'm straight and I’m also engaged. I don't think it's appropriate for you to talk to your staff that way,” he says with attitude and a firm posture.
I like it—I like the sass and the clear challenge. I take in his appearance again, fucking hell. He’s all man. Just under the cuffs of his shirt are tattoos decorating each arm. I'm beyond feral now, I need to add my name there too. Tie him to me, be my very own pet. Fuck yes.
I chuckle darkly, sipping my bourbon and keeping eye contact with him. He is not sure whether to leave in a temper or risk pissing off one of the big bad Kozlov brothers. Setting my drink down on the table, and purposefully licking my lips. He follows the movement, and the way his Adam's apple sharply swallows, I know this fucker is tempted and confused. I may have unlocked dick lust in the guy. If I’m his first, I’ll high-five myself for such an accomplishment. I’d better be his fucking first.
“I can talk to you how I want, beautiful, and there is nothing you can do about it, but if you want to say sorry for hurting my feelings with your little outburst, you can crawl in between my legs and suck my dick, or bend over this table and I’ll gladly eat that ass. I bet it would complement my bourbon perfectly. Whaddaya say, baby? Wanna come play on the boys’ side?”
I can't help the full genuine smile that crosses my face at the indignance on his. If he didn't look like a bad boy rocker himself, I'd swear he was some virgin bible belt cult member. The blood has drained from his face. He might pass out from the shock of me. At least that'll make getting to suck his dick easier.
“I need to get back to work now, sir,” he says, and off he walks with his head held high.
I’m giddy at the thought of this chase and salivating over that bouncy as fuck ass. How the fuck did that fit into those pants? I could balance my drink on that thing. Jesus. Now my mind is racing at full speed with the things I want to do to him. That delectable ass in particular.
Then I notice the other patrons staring at him and said delectable ass as he walks away. My hackles rise. I want to pull their eyes out and serve them on cocktail sticks.
Challenge accepted, beautiful.
CHAPTER 3 – SEB
Whothefuckdidthat guy think he was talking to me like that? I walk back to the bar and I can’t control the slight tremble of my hands whilst I grip the drink tray as hard as I can. I have never, in any bar I have worked in, been approached like that before. Sure, I’ve flirted with customers, and the occasional suggestion of having a night of fun, but a man asking if I have fucked a guy and if I want my ass eaten? Is this my life now?Christ, now I'm imagining being eaten out.
A warm hand rests over my arm and I look up to see Jess staring at me with her eyes pinched in concern.
“Seb, are you alright? You’ve gone pale and look like you’re about to be sick.”
I shake my head slowly trying to work out how to reply to that comment.
“I’ve been thrown off guard. Mr. Kozlov not so innocently suggested he wanted to fuck me. I mean, what the hell? Surely that's harassment in the workplace.”
Her eyes widen slightly and she takes in a deep breath. “Shit, so you've caught his attention. Be careful there, Dima is not a guy you say no to. Just try not to react and piss him off, ok?”
“Are you saying I have to sleep with him or be on his bad side? Because that's bullshit. I'm not gay!” I've raised my voice a little too loudly, earning me a few confused stares from the customers hovering around the bar area.
“No, I'm not saying that, but maybe it's best if you don't take the job here. All I can tell you is that the Kozlov brothers are not to be taken lightly. To be honest, they are dangerous and always follow through. Maybe it would be best to take yourself out of his sight before he becomes more attached to the idea…oh Christ, act cool, don't say anything, he’s walking over to us,” she whispers through gritted teeth.
“Can I get you another drink, Mr. K?” Jess says to who I assume is Dima behind me like she hasn't just been warning me.
I feel his eyes on me and it's making me fucking uncomfortable. Am I into guys? No. Did I notice Dima? Yes.It fucks with my head. As I approached his table earlier, it was as if I'd been put under a spell. I have never found a guy attractive but this fucker is insane. He belongs in some kind of mafia romance where the women swoon over him. Also, the way he looked at me… there was a click in my chest and my heart raced under his scrutiny. I tried not to make it obvious that I was checking him out but fuck, a guy like him sucks all the air out of a room. No matter what gender you’re into, you’d be attracted to this guy. He could have anyone, well, until he opens that dirty fucking mouth. That broad chest, muscles, the tattoo on his chest that only peeks out a slither. Those brown eyes like pools of chocolate. He is sin wrapped up in sexual appeal. Basically, I'm saying I think he is hot. Now I'm pissed at myself again for acknowledging that.
“Seb,” he says behind me in the smokiest growl I’ve ever heard. It's what I'd imagine a wolf would sound like if they could speak.I turn around slowly and try to remember to breathe while also trying not to get hard at that dominant tone. Since when does a voice have the power to arouse my dick? Fuck, he smells good too. Woodsy and spicy. Maybe he is a wolf after all.
What witch put a spell on me?
“Yes, Mr. Kozlov? Do you need anything else, sir?” I'm proud of how steady my voice is but I keep my eyes focused on his. I won't let him intimidate me.
