She has three silver hoops in her right earlobe, and I don’t know why that’s so damn sexy, but it is.
“Keep it that way.” I growl the words at her, hardly caring if she reads more into my comment than I want her to. I might not be having her tonight, but I sure as hell don’t want any of my brothers touching her, either.
“That won’t be hard.” She gives a small smile, as if she’s enjoying a private joke. “Do the Bastards own Odin’s, then?”
“No one owns Odin’s but me.”
“But did it use to belong to the club?”
“Why’re you so interested in the club?”
“Odin’s.” Her gaze locks with mine. “It’s not such a big leap to link it with the Vikings, huh?”
“Guess not.” I focus on her mouth and imagine feeding her my dick, inch by inch. I can hardly think straight, never mind talk.
“Thought you were giving me a tour.” Her whisper is so fucking hot I’m tempted to just shove her up against the door and to hell with it.
“That’s right.” I ignore the graphic images flooding my mind. Serves me right for not following my gut instinct and firing her five minutes ago. I open the door and flick on the light switch. “After you.”
She grips the handrail, and I watch her butt as she goes down the stone steps before following her and pulling the door shut behind me.Nothing wrong in looking.
The cellar’s small, but big enough to do its job. Amelia wanders around, taking an abnormal amount of interest in the boxes and kegs stacked against the walls. If she weren’t so hot, the way she’s examining everything would be suspicious.
“You sure you aren’t an agent for the ABC?” I grin at her from across the room because there’s no way she’s one of the Alcoholic Beverage Control assholes. I can smell any type of law enforcement a mile off.
“Why? You got something to hide?” She trails her hand along a keg, and her sideways glance is a killer, like she’s expecting me to make a move on her.
I swallow a groan. “What do you think?”
“You don’t want to know what I think.”
The way she says it, like she means it, makes me laugh.
“Try me.” I prowl toward her, and she backs up against the wall. It’d be so easy to trap her there, to run my hands down her naked arms and grasp her wrists. Bringing her into the cellar was the worst idea ever.
“You’re a Viking Bastard.” Her gaze roves over my face as though she’s trying to work something out. “I reckon you’ve got plenty of shit to hide.”
The only thing I’m trying to hide from her right now is my hard-on. “Nothing you need to worry about.”
“I’m not worried.” Her eyes are dark, and there’s a sexy little catch in her voice. Even though she doesn’t touch me, her body’s giving me all the signals. Shame I can’t act on them.
Jesus.I need to get away from her. My legs refuse to move.
“You sure about that?”
“Your connections don’t scare me.” She gives a little huff, as though the thought I could scare her is funny, and damn if that doesn’t turn me on more than ever.
This is the craziest conversation I’ve ever had with a chick. Usually when a girl wants me there’s nothing subtle about it, but although I’m getting the vibes from Amelia, she’s obviously fighting it.
Because I’m her boss? Or because I’m holding back?
If she wants this as much as I do, then why don’t I just go for it?
…
Amelia
This is so wrong. I know it, but I can’t help how much I enjoy flirting with Gage. I thought for sure when he invited me down here that he was going to try something on, and part of me wishes he had. Then I’d know what a sleaze he really is, and I’d feel better about why I’m at Odin’s in the first place.
