CHAPTERTWO
At the sound of his friend’s voice, Mr. Mason shook his head, attempting to gain his wits back. “Ignore my idiocy a moment ago.” He extended his hand in my direction, a teasing smile flirting on his lips. “I’m Rune. And you are?”
I placed my right hand in his, stating automatically, “I know who you are. I’m Megan.”
Mr. Cooper stared. “I thought you didn’t want your name—”
“Shh,” I hushed the interloper. My eyes dipped as I watched the most beautiful man lean his head over my hand and kiss the top of it. I had to lean against the bar as my knees went numb in delight, all from a simple brush of his lips against my flesh. His skin was so warm, causing mine to heat even further, a few drops of perspiration dotting my forehead. Reluctantly, I took my hand back, our eyes still on one another’s. “They said you were thirsty. What can I get you?”
Mr. Cooper stated quickly, “I’ll take—”
My blue eyes snapped to him. “I said be quiet. I’m not talking to you.” Then my attention returned to where it wanted to be, my voice softening in a surge of need. “What would you like, Rune?”
Mr. Baker choked on a laugh and sat back on his barstool, silent and observant.
Mr. Cooper merely glared and attempted to flag down the other bartender.
Rune crooked his left arm and placed his strong, angular chin on a fist, his golden eyes shimmering in the light. Both slashes of his black brows lifted, a teasing smile still gracing his lips. The pheromones between us were off the charts—instant ignition. His purr was intimate as if he were swiping his tongue along my pebbled nipples already. “Let’s see, Megan. To start with, I would like you in the storage closet that I know is only twenty feet away—since my company built this building. Then I’d like for you to take off that tacky purple apron so I could undress you more easily—since I’ll be in that storage closet with you.”
I gasped in much, much anticipation. He was just as forward as I was.
Gimme, gimme this hot man.Naked. In the storage room. Pronto.
His friend Mr. Cooper glanced at him. “That’s a little forward, even for you, dickhead.”
“Butt the fuck out, like the beautiful woman said,” Rune growled.
He didn’t even bat an eyelash. “Have you met her before, like Finn has?”
Golden eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as he eyed Mr. Baker. “Howdo you know her?”
Mr. Baker lifted his hands, as if in surrender. A small grin was curving the edges of his lips. “Not in that way. I’ll explain later.” He lowered his hands and tipped his head to the back room. “We’ll wait, by the way. Have your fun.”
Mr. Cooper started massaging his forehead but didn’t comment further.
Golden eyes skimmed back to my face, staring at my lips. “Yes or no, beautiful?”
I snapped my jaw shut and glanced at the other bartender. “Let me see if she’ll cover for me.”
There was no way I was passing up an impressive man between my legs. My core was already singing his praises, wet and needy for him. I required release like I needed my next paycheck.
Mr. Baker was ever so helpful. “Wolfe and I will keep her busy. Go on.”
My brows snapped together. “Why are you being nice?”
Nothing was ever free.
His massive shoulders shrugged. “I’m a gentleman like that.”
“A gentleman who loves knives and has a friend who can practically fly through the air.” I snorted, memories of his friend, Cassander, jumping higher than anyone ‘normal’ ever could. Though I tried to block out the memories of my kidnapping as much as possible. None of it made any sense. “But I’ll take it. Keep her busy for a while?”
Rune stood from his barstool and slapped a hand down on Mr. Baker’s shoulder. He nibbled on his bottom lip, even as he watched me remove my apron and turn in the direction of the storage room. He ordered quietly, “A long while, Finn. If anyone interrupts us, I’ll kill them.”
“I believe you, man. I believe you.” Mr. Baker patted his friend’s hand. Then he was lifting an arm as I hurried on fast feet to my orgasm destination, his deep voice booming inside the crowded bar. “Excuse me, miss? Yes, you. I’d like to know all about the liquor you have here.”
“What’s his problem?” my partner in bartending asked me.
I hurried past her. “No clue.” I didn’t look back.
