“You really did!” I say honestly. “The problem is, there aren’t many men like you left. You’ve extremely narrowed the dating pool.”
“Less idiots to waste your time. Again, I’m not seeing the problem here,” he says as he lifts his hands away from the wheel, shrugging.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I reply, looking out the window as dad pulls into the Bulls & Horns parking lot. It’s empty, save for a big red Ram truck out front. “Hewoulddrive a truck,” I groan.
“He’s a minotaur! Think a fucking Civic could house his bulk?” Dad laughs at his own joke as he hops out of the truck. I take a steadying breath, unsure of what I’m about to walk into here. I’m nervous as shit. It’s been a long time since I’ve tended bar.
I swallow anxiously and open the door, stepping out onto the wet asphalt. It rained last night, and I can still smell the scent of it around me. Havoc’s truck has water beads upon it, making me wonder if he sleeps here. Does he have a home or is this place his life?
I guess that’s a fucking rude and judgy thought for me to have. Who cares if he does sleep here and this is his life. Most business owners put their heart and soul into what they’re offering. It’s actually endearing if that’s the case and I should get off my damn high horse.
“Seems to be locked! Let’s go around back and I’ll knock on the door!” My dad is so self-assured and glowing that I can’t seem to protest as I follow him with hunched shoulders. I can’t help it. I’m tense. I’ve had minotaur friends and clients, but I never worked for an establishment that was exclusive to them. Especially one that caters to bulls. It’s just a different atmosphere than I’m used to. I don’t think either species is better than the other. If I was working a rowdy bar that catered to human men, I would have to be just as prepared for what that brings with it. And if I know anything about myself, it’s that I can adapt. And I will.
Maybe I’m looking at this all wrong. This is a challenge, and I’m great with those. I like to be forced into uncomfortable scenarios and see how I can grow because of them. I take a deep breath, looking up into the sky to see a faded rainbow arching up over us. My eyes widen, knowing this is a sign to remain open to new doors presenting themselves to me. I smirk, the energy inside my body swirling as I puff up my chest and watch my father knock on the back door loudly.
I’m fucking ready for this interview. I see it through my dad’s eyes now. And I’m about to bulldoze my way into this place, making all these minotaurs respect me in the process.
Chapter Three: Havoc
“Fuck! I’m coming!!!!” I huff as my hooves stomp across the kitchen floor to the back door. I throw it open, narrowly missing Justin as he laughs out loud.
“You sleeping, Havoc?” he asks, not a care in the world. I growl deeply, watching his jovial face.
“Did we have an appointment I forgot about? I thought I was meeting with your daughter tomorrow, but I don’t remember us scheduling anything today,” I say groggily, rubbing my eyes.
“No, we didn’t. I just thought I’d bring Tess over early and introduce you two,” he replies as I freeze.
I slowly remove my hands from my eyes and look behind Justin to see a fucking gorgeous female standing behind him. I swallow thickly, throwing the crop top in my hands over my head. It gets momentarily caught on the right side of my horns, making me even more aggravated as we study each other. She’s tall, has meat on her bones, wide hips and stunning tits. Her tummy sits cradled in her cut-off shorts, the soft cushion making me hard in my pants. The way I love a thick woman. She’s got both her hands in her back pockets, her elbows and breasts pushed out as she assesses me just as curiously. Her hair is split down the middle, one half her natural brown, the other side a bright, unnatural red that I instantly know will be a hit with the patrons. She’s looking at me with an arched brow, her red painted lips pursed as she eyes my own stomach.
“Tess,” I growl, my tone heated as I taste her name on my pierced tongue. I can’t fucking think of anything else to say that won’t push my half-chub into a full-blown boner.
“That’s me,” she replies casually, moving from one foot to the other, her hips swiveling in the process. She’s got black fishnets on under her shorts, black platform Docs adorning her feet. Fuck, I want her in nothing else but those tights and boots, dancing on my fucking cock. Cash was right, I’m going to be fighting thinking with my damn dick this entire interview. Fuck me. “Heard you need another bar tender.”
“I’m in the market,” I nonchalantly throw back. “You ever tend bar for a house full of minotaurs?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“Men are basically monsters, wouldn’t you agree?” she counters as I snort, liking her sass.
“They’re a different kind of monster, red. But they wish they were as gifted as us bulls,” I assure her.
“They are covetous,” Tess challenges, her eyes hungrily raking over my stomach once more.
“Again, they don’t hold a candle to my kind. Come in,” I grunt, holding the door open for her and her dad.
“I’ll wait in the truck,” Justin says with a wink as I narrow my eyes at him. He’s leaving me alone with his stunning, sarcastic daughter? Bad choice.
“Uh huh,” I reply as he saunters off and Tess walks confidently through the back door.
“Don’t be a perve and watch my ass. You’re now my boss and I’m off limits,” she chides as she turns and smiles evilly over her shoulder. Fuck me. The way I want to grab her mouth and spit inside those perfect lips for talking to me that way.
“Oh, yeah? Think you have a job already, do you?” I shut the door and try not to allow my eyes to linger over her perfect, plump body.
“What do you want to see from me?” she presses, watching my face intently. Fuck, I want to answer herface down in my bed with her hips in the air.
“Look, skill behind the bar is important. That’s something I’d rather test during a trial shift, when it’s busy and we have a packed house.” She nods, agreeing. “I’m more worried about what you’re going to do to handle the bulls that frequent this establishment. The human females we employed in the past couldn’t take the minotaurs. They’re rough, rude and rowdy.”
“Three of my favorite R’s,” she says, cocking her head. “You think I’m not aware of that?”
“I don’t know what you’re aware of, red. A lot of lies are told during interviews to get the job,” I say.
