Chapter Two
Gage
Amelia blinks her long, copper-colored eyelashes as though she’s considering my proposition, and her green eyes are kind of hypnotic. Yeah, they must be if I’m thinking shit about the color of hereyelashes.
And what the hell am I doing, offering to give her a tour? I planned on sweet-talking her until she couldn’t keep her hands off me. And then I’d tell her Tod had screwed up and I had no choice but to fire her. Theplan,once she was in my arms, was I’d offer to help find her another job.
My grand plans crashed the second she told me how badly she needed this job. Well, shit. I don’t usually change my mind just because of a few words that might not even be true.
Same way I don’t go around shaking hands with chicks. What the fuck was that all about? Good thing none of my brothers saw that. They’d give me hell.
“A personal tour?” She sounds skeptical. “I’ve seen everything I need to, haven’t I?”
As she’s been working the bar for half the night, that’s true enough, but I can’t back down now.
“Did Tod show you the cellar?”What the hell am I saying?
“Uh, no. He said I wouldn’t need to deal with the kegs.”
I laugh, can’t help it. “You’re not here to deal with the kegs.”
“Don’t think I couldn’t, if I had to.”
“I deal with the deliveries. You deal with the customers.” Guess that makes it official. She’s not fucking fired.
“Well…” She hesitates, as though she’s thinking about it, even though I’m the one having serious second thoughts. The last place I want to take Amelia Davis is the cellar. What’s wrong with me? “Okay, then.”
Great.
“This way.” I swagger toward the end of the storeroom where a door leads to the cellar, as though this is something I do with all new staff.
“You’re a member of the Viking Bastards, then.” It’s not a question, and I glance at her. She’s a couple of steps behind me and eyeing the back of my cut.
“That’s right.” She barely reaches my jaw, and her faint scent is driving me wild. I want to bury my face in her hair and breathe it all in.
I should’ve fired her when I had the chance.
“Is this the local hangout for the Bastards?” Her eyes are so pretty. I don’t think I’ve ever had a chick with green eyes before. Not that I tend to notice their eyes, usually.
And I’m not having this chick, either.Made sure of that, didn’t I?
“After our club, yeah.” I don’t mean to stare at her, but I can’t stop myself. There’s a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and for some reason they fascinate me.
“I thought brothers only ever drank in their club.”
“Know much about it, do you?” She looks so delicate, like china that’ll shatter if it’s not handled with care. Which sucks, since I like my sex rough.
Not having sex with Amelia.Why’s that so hard to remember?
“I know enough. I’m not part of the life, though.”
If she’d ever been around the Bastards, I’d remember, even if most of the chicks who drift through the club are forgettable.
“You want to be?” Even as I ask the question, I dismiss it. No fucking way am I taking Amelia to the club for my brothers to enjoy.
She gives a breathless laugh, as though she thinks I’m crazy. “No, I don’t.”
I give a grunt of satisfaction and have a hard time not spearing my fingers through her hair. I usually go for girls with long hair that I can wrap around my fist and hold under my command. But although Amelia’s only reaches her chin, it’s all kind of fluffy and tousled and it’s blowing my mind. Is it really as silky soft as it looks?
