“I was doing what I had to.” He shrugged his massive shoulders.
“I’m sure you were.” I rolled my eyes and gave up the fight. “Well, if you handsome guys aren’t leaving like I asked, you could buy a drink or a shitty snack we have here. And be sure to leave me a fabulous tip—for the emotional distress I had to endure before.”
Both instantly glared.
I snickered softly. Winked.
Men like these guys weren’t capable of real change, even if a half-hearted apology was given—too late. Their dominant side ruled all, including their thought processes. A virtual stranger like me could only go so far with the teasing.
It still wouldn’t stop me.
My own stubborn, dominant side wouldn’t allow for me to be brought down a peg by bossy men. I’d had enough of that in my life. I was in their league of mind games even if they didn’t know it.
Of course, just as I was getting ready to dive in deep with them and manage to extract an excellent tip, it was then the most delectable male walked into the bar, and all my hormonal senses crashed down on my libido. He had to have been shot from Hell and deposited on earth purposely by the Devil, just to torment the ladies—or men. Regular guys who sat behind a desk all day were not made like him. He wasextraordinaryin all the rip-my-panties-off places a woman fantasized about while having their Tuesday night scheduled sex session in hopes of keeping things frisky in the bedroom—after twenty-five years of an arranged marriage.
Men like him just weren’t real. And he was staring right at me.
White flag! White flag! I surrender to thee.
Come take my breath away… And put those long fingers wherever you want to.
“Hello, hello, hello,”I whispered under my breath. “I could lick that man all day long.”
Mr. Cooper and Mr. Baker both blinked and then craned their necks around to see who I was staring at. It was Mr. Baker who snorted, and mumbled, “I should have guessed.”
Mr. Cooper merely shook his head in exasperation. “I don’t get it.”
“Then you don’t have eyes,” I hissed. I ran my fingers through my hair quickly as they turned back around to face the bar. I asked in a rush, “Are the gossip mongers telling the truth this time? Is he still single?”
“He’s always single,” Mr. Cooper mumbled and tilted his head to view the alcohol on the shelves behind me. “I’ll take a—”
“Shh. I don’t give a shit what you want,” I griped, cutting him off.
Then my eyes were glued to the man-god as he sat down next to his friends.
Mr. Rune Mason of Mason Corporation. He owned the largest construction company in the world, and by his current appearance in a simple white t-shirt and black cargo pants, he didn’t mind getting his hands dirty. My lower stomach quivered in appreciation, the smudges of white dust marring his forehead and his forearms heating my blood. He placed his strong hands on the bar, cocking his head to blatantly evaluate me.
I didn’t mind. I was doing the same to him.
His shoulder-length black hair slipped to cover his right eye, but I could see his other one perfectly. Eyes the color of vibrant sunshine roved up and down my frame. His red lips parted in obvious surprise as he inhaled through his nose deeply, his nostrils flaring. Oddly, I had noticed a lot of the male customers who frequented this bar sniffed in my direction when first meeting me. It was weird as hell, but none of them reacted as Mr. Rune Mason was currently doing.
His chest was pumping as fast as mine was. His golden eyes were as dilated as my blue eyes were. Our black hair shifted in the breeze as an air conditioner overhead turned on as if the machinery knew we were both going to combust into flames at any moment.
I raised one black brow at his silence. I may be getting laid soon. And it had been a long,longtime. A shiver ran down my spine as I exhaled.
His golden eyes blinked, taking away their magnificence momentarily. As if he were in a trance, he mumbled, “You smell like sex and home…and chocolate chip cookies.”
My mouth bobbed in confusion. “Thank you? Maybe?”
Mr. Baker’s blue eyes widened, glancing between us. “Ah, hell.”
