His eyes spark, and I see the smirk trying to tug at the corner of his mouth. “You gonna write me up, Luna?”
“Only if you’re into workplace discipline.”
His gaze darkens just a touch. “You offering?”
I swallow, pulse ticking in my neck. “Not unless you lie to me again.”
“So that’s a maybe.”
“No, that’s not a maybe. Let me be clear. We’re done. I put up with enough indirect communication from Keith. I’m not about to put up with more B.S. in…whatever this situation is. I wouldn’t exactly call it a ‘relationship.’ Budding flirtation. It’s over. I don’t do liars. Hard line.”
Hunter takes a step closer—close enough that I can smell the cedar of his soap and the remnants of his cologne, which of course, has no right smelling that good.
He leans in, voice low, rough velvet. “So we’re just going to pretend I didn’t make you come three times last night?”
My cheeks go up in flames. “That isnotworkplace appropriate.”
He shrugs, feigning innocence. “Guess I’ll go tell the owner.” He grins. “Oh wait…that’s me.”
I huff, crossing my arms. “Therehasto be some HR rep I can report this to.”
“Sure,” he says. “Her name’s Daphne. But she’s usually in the walk-in freezer making out with Sheldon, so best of luck.”
“I hate you.”
“Yeah?” he smirks. “Didn’t sound like hate when you were screaming my name.”
“JesusChrist,” I mutter, turning away before I combust in front of table five.
“Have a good shift, Luna,” he calls out, all smugness and swagger as he disappears back toward the kitchen.
Daphne walks past a beat later and mutters, “Okay, Ireallyneed the full story now.”
I’m going to kill him.
After I survive this shift.
24
HUNTER
The moment I shut the heavy metal door behind me, the blast of cold air hits like a slap. My breath fogs instantly. I lean against a box of frozen fries and let my head thunk back against the wall.
Jesus. Get a grip.
My cock is still half-hard from that hallway exchange, and my brain feels like it’s short-circuiting. Faith’s voice echoes in my skull—“I don’t do liars.”
Neither do I, Luna.
I exhale a frozen cloud of regret. Then I mutter to myself, “Why the fuck did you have to remind her about ‘three times’ last night? What are you, a Bond villain?”
The door creaks open.
Shit.
I straighten up just as Daphne steps in, arms folded, looking at me like I’ve lost my damn mind.
“You just...standing here? In the cold? Alone? On purpose?”
