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“You wish,” I drawled, feeling more than irritated.
The night had been a bust. I was off my game.
I’d had a shit day at work, dealing with fucking Nolan again, questioning one of my recent claims for damages, my inbox starting to fill up at that point. Why the twat felt the need to question ninety percent of my claims was beyond me.
I had sincerely fucked up everything else in my life, but the firehouse was the one place I knew my shit. At least, I had until Nolan showed up two years ago after my ex left my ass high and dry to chase his financial dreams.
One of these days, I was going to fucking ruin Nolan for being an eternal pain in the ass.
I slapped some extra bills down on the counter for Max’s tip as I turned away, charismatically flipping off Bigfoot in the process.
“Sayonara, assholes,” I hollered over the chatter, heading through the bar to the shadowed corridor toward the side exit.
I knew most people didn’t use it, because it was technically an emergency exit, but I didn’t much care at the moment, and Max or Miguel would not stop me. Fire exits were second nature to me. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, deciding I should probably queue up a ride, knocking into another asshole, who stepped on me.
“What the fuck, watch where you’re—”
My entire body flared with heat when I laid eyes on the culprit blocking my exit.
“Perhaps your vision needs to be checked, Dawson, because lord knows if I was a snake I would have bitten you,” Nolan snapped as he adjusted his crooked glasses like he was soooo much smarter than me.
Instinctively, I bit back, “Ain’t nothing wrong with my vision, Harding. Not my fault your spineless ass blends into the fucking shadows.”
Nolan had the audacity to scoff at me, like I was the one ruining his life.
“Besides, we both know your bite is about as hard as a toothless alligator.”
Nolan scowled at me, crossing his arms as the bar lights shifted, casting stray green and blue lights our way. In the beams of colored light, I could see some slight definition in his biceps from the way his short sleeves cut against his skin.
Huh, that’s new.
“You think you know me, huh? I got news for you, Dawson. You don’t. You don’t know what I’m capable of.” Nolan’s voice was full of false bravado, edged with something else I’d never heard before.
Something that made my blood heat and my cock twitch as his brown eyes roved over me before settling on my lips.
Was Nolan... was he flirting with me?
Maybe I’m more buzzed than I thought. Yeah, Uber is a definite.
I took a step closer to Nolan, backing him up against the wall next to the exit.
“Oh, I think I know what you’re capable of. You’re capable of being a giant pain in my fucking ass.”
The thud of Nolan’s back hitting the wall sounded as I leaned in closer. I held his fiery gaze, before I nipped my teeth at him, expecting him to jump like a scared dog, but instead, he only leaned in closer.
So close, I could feel the heat of his words on my skin, smell the sweet faint scent of lime and tequila on his breath.
And then the strangest thing happened. Nolan fucking whimpered.
Like some damsel in distress.
Like prey.
I snickered even as the sight of his tongue flicking out to moisten his lips caused my cock to twitch.
“Just what I thought. Snakes don’t have backbones,” I hissed. Then I saw something shift in his eyes, his shoulders tensing as he pushed into my space, his own lips pulled back in a snarl in retaliation.
“Maybe not, but their jaws can eat predators twice their size,” Nolan answered, his deep breath full of snark like a petulant little brat.
