“You seem to know a lot about what he likes,” he says, arching his brow.
I feel my heart beating out of my chest.
Powerless under his spell, my mouth moves before I can decide otherwise. “I want to know whatyoulike.”
He stops moving and stares at me, straight into my soul. I hold my breath.
“I have a feeling you knowexactlywhat I like.” His eyes flicker down to my lips.
“When’s your break?” I rush to say it before I lose courage.
“I can take it when my co-worker gets back.”
“How long do we have?”
He narrows his eyes at me. “How long do you need?”
“Fifteen minutes.”
“Make it ten and I’ll meet you behind the bar.”
I lick my lips. My cock is already throbbing inside my pants in anticipation. Truthfully, all I need is five seconds, but I’m not going to tell him that.
His eyes jump to the other side of the bar. His coworker steps in behind the wood, giving him a nod.
I feel my breath catch in my throat.
Noah’s heated eyes look back at me.
“See you soon.” He winks.
27
Noah
I must be a sadist.
Or mentally unstable.
Whatever the case may be, I clearly love getting my heart torn apart by this man. Because, the feelings I got when I saw him walking up to my bar tonight definitely weren’t healthy.
He fuckingfollowedme. Like a deranged lunatic in a psycho movie. And I’m so completely turned on by it, that it has me questioning everything about myself.
I walk out the back door of the restaurant to the small caged area that separates the bar from the parking lot.
Other than late-night runs to toss empty liquor and wine bottles or dump the garbage into the big dumpsters, there’s really no reason for anyone to come out here.
Which is why bringing him out here is perfect.
As soon as I spot Brad walking through the back parking lot, I slip my hand around his arm, tugging him into the caged area and out of view of the security cameras.
“Fuck, Noah,” Brad winces as I push him against the brick wall.
“Oh, you big baby. Did I hurt you?” I smirk, digging my fingers in his sides.
Heimmediately buries his fingers into the hair at the back of my nape, turning us around so I’m pressed on the wall instead. Pulling my hair, I gasp at the pressure and tension filling inside of me.
This.I missed this.
