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“Yes, sir.”
I peek up through my lashes and watch Rogue’s nostrils flare. Before I can get myself into any more trouble, I grab the mop to start cleaning up my mess. Rogue turns and stomps out of the room with Waylon on his heels.
“That went well.” Tony steps beside me and grabs the broom. “Go fill up the mop bucket, and I’ll start sweeping up the glass.”
“At least some of it is salvageable.” I pull four bottles out of the box that weren’t broken during the fiasco and place them on the middle shelf. “I’ll be right back.”
I wheel the bucket to the kitchen, stopping at the drain in the back where there’s a faucet. While the bucket fills up, my mind wanders to the sexy as sin man who caught me in his arms. Rogue has that mysterious Clark Kent look with his black-framed nerd glasses, but looks can be deceiving. Under that dark gray Henley he’s wearing today is solid, rock-hard muscle.
I’d like to trace my tongue over those muscles. Whoa! Calm down… That’ll never happen. He’s the boss, totally off-limits if you want to keep your job. Oh, but what a way to go!
“Uh… Skye, you might want to turn off the water.” Raul, or RaRa, as we call him, points to the tap.
I reach out and turn the water off, but not before suds spill over the top of the pail. “Fuck!”
“Your head was definitely in the gutter,” he says as he sashays over with another mop to help me clean up yet another mess I’ve made.
My cheeks heat. “What the hell is wrong with me today?”
RaRa looks me over from head to toe before he taps his chin. “Mmh, I think someone’s having naughty thoughts,” he says with a chuckle. “Who’s the guy?”
The ground needs to open up now and swallow me whole.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that.”
My blush deepens. “I have to get this back to the storage room. Rogue scared the shit out of me, and I dropped a whole shipment of liquor.”
“Rogue, huh?” RaRa bobs his brows. “That man could make a nun sin.”
I smack him on the arm. “Stop it. It’s not like that.”
“That red face you’re sporting says otherwise.”
“Skye, where the hell are you?” Waylon bellows from the hall.
“That’s my cue.” I push the bucket through the doorway, leaving RaRa in the kitchen singing something about ‘Rogue and Skye sitting in a tree’.
Lord help me.
I duck into the stockroom as Tony is sweeping up the last of the glass.
“Got the water. If you want to get back to counting inventory, I’ll get this mopped up and then come out and finish cleaning the tables before we open.”
“Works for me.” He empties the dustpan. “Next time, come and get me. I didn’t know the box was that high. Last thing we want is a pissed-off Rogue.”
“Sorry. I thought I had it.”
And I would’ve if tall, dark, and sexy hadn’t scared the shit out of me.
Tony grunts but doesn’t say anything else as he leaves the room.
I finish mopping up the mess, but my thoughts keep straying to the feel of Rogue’s strong arms wrapped around my body. Wetting my dry lips with my tongue, I think about him kissing me senseless while his hands explore every bit of me. I squeeze my thighs together and stifle a moan.
RaRa was right, my thoughts are naughty.
Too bad they’ll only ever be a fantasy.
