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Power.
Abandon.
All of it is infused into the very air like the nails and the outlets in the walls, all very real and very pungent.
No one is at the front desk and the front waiting area is empty, so I step inside and scan the large open room. Bull and Gringo are working on clients at their respective work areas, Snake is walking toward the front to meet whomever came into the shop.
Me.
My heart pounds a little more when he gives me the most genuine smile I’ve seen on him yet, all white even teeth and platinum blonde hair.
“Summer, wow, what a nice surprise.”
This man could be lethal, he’s like a shot of tequila and cocaine, he’ll get you drunk, pumped, and horny before you even realize if you’re not careful.
“Hey,” I’m blushing, why am I blushing? I never blush when he comes in my shop. His smile gets a little cockier. I lower my gaze so he’s not holding me hostage with his piercing blue eyes. The kind of eyes that’ll blind you under interrogation and force you to reveal every single one of your secrets. I clear my throat and mutter softly, “Is Rock around? He asked me to come over.”
Another flash of heat explodes across my entire my body.
Oh God, what if Snake thinks Rock asked me to come over to have sex with all of them right now? And I did, ran right over after our sexathon last night, and their orgy with Queen Wifezilla. Should I say I’m not here for that? Blurt it right out? And what if they were going to offer me their, ahem, services, but I turn them down before they even do, I might ruin an opportunity and might not get it again. Aaaaak! I shouldn’t have come.
I must have an expression of sheer panic on my face because Snake slides his arm around my shoulders, and dips his head close to mine. He whispers, “It’s okay, Tinkerbell, we got you, don’t worry. I’ll take you to Rock.”
As intimidating as Snake looks, covered from his throat probably down to his feet in tats, that’s how genuine he is. There’s a calmness to him that instantly soothes you and puts you at ease. I feel myself relaxing against him. Although, the nickname he called me did not go unnoticed.
As he leads me to a closed door at the back of the shop, I ask, “Tinkerbell?”
He laughs. “Uh oh, you didn’t know about that, did you? That’s what Rock called you before he met you.”
He thought about me? Enough to give me a nickname before we met?
My stomach does a flip-flop, that’s got to be one of the sweetest things I’ve heard.
“Well, look who it is, hello little darlin’,” Bull smiles at me. Not leers, not looks at me like he wants to eat the flesh off my bones, but smiles.
“Summer, good of you to come by and see us, we’ll give you a tour when we’re done,” Gringo looks up from his client grinning at me as well.
“Come on, Rock’s in his office on the phone,” Snakes got his hand on the doorknob ready to push the closed door open.
I freeze. “No, he’s busy, just tell him I came by,”
Snake turns the knob and opens the door, I hear Rock’s voice inside. “Are you crazy? He’d kick my ass if I let you leave now that you’re here,” he coaxes me in with his arm around my shoulders. “Get in there. If you don’t, he’d only go after you.” His smile turns mischievous, “Maybe we should let him, what do you think, Tinkerbell? You up for a little game?”
As wonderfully tempting as that sounds, my mind is immediately filled with images of me running from Rock and he catches me, rips the clothes from my body, spanks my ass until it’s flaming, then fucks me hard for punishment, I opt for silently stepping into Rock’s office regardless of how appealing that is.
“Chicken,” Snake whispers into my ear with a grin before leaving and closing the door, the room decorated in the same chic style of black, metal, and glass. I chuckle before turning my attention to the man behind the desk.
Snake is lightness and silver, Rock is dark and pure gold. Hair so black it’s blue like a raven’s feathers, and shiny, so shiny it looks wet, his eyes so dark you lose yourself in them, and he’s so intense, he melts you until he has complete command over you.
I’m not going to tell him about Steve. It really is no concern of his. Why should I? Steve’s my customer, my problem.
My body responds to him just by being in his presence, my skin tingles, my hands feel the ghost of his skin on them, my tongue tastes all of his flavors coming to life on it. His eyes are glued on me, penetrating and riveting. I step slowly to the desk and begin to sit in the chair across from him, but he shakes his head ‘No’.
“This is the first I’m hearing about this, why are we being called?” he hits a button on the phone on his desk. With his eyes boring into me, he states roughly, “Strip, then get on my desk, I want everything right in my face, princess.”
Filthy.
Filthy.
