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It does the trick and he grunts and begins pulsing inside me. I grind and twist my hips around him while he fills me and keeps massaging him just above his shaft to intensify the pleasure.
When he finishes, we dress quickly and he looks at me with a smug look that makes me want to slap him even more. It’s not like I can pretend that what just happened didn’t happen, so instead, I say nothing as I walk away and head to the garage to inspect the engines.
I don’t speak with Rory anymore that day but I see him around as I count and inspect and interview the other firemen of the company. My panties are torn and unusable, so I have to spend the rest of the day taking extra care not to bend over or twist the wrong way and reveal more of myself than I intend to.
Well, Rory knows what I look like down there. He knows what I feel like down there. Hell, he knows what I taste like down there. He knows more about me as a sexual being than any man ever has and that infuriates me to no end.
What also bothers me is that I find nothing at all out of the ordinary. Everything is perfect. Everything. Not a hose is out of place, not a number is fudged. They are so squeaky clean that it seems impossible.
That being said, I feel like something’s off. Everyone is polite and other than Rory, offers me no trouble when I interview and investigate them. But they’re aloof, almost cagey. With the exception of Rory, no one seems even remotely interested in me as a sexual object. Instead, they give off clear vibes that they want me to finish my job and leave their station as soon as possible.
They’re hiding something and distraction or not, I’m going to find out what it is.
CHAPTER SIX
Rory
Okay.
All right.
Take a breath.
Figure all this stuff out.
It’s a hell of a lot easier for me to tell myself to wrap my head around this situation than it is to actually wrap my head around it. I wonder if this is the first time in her job that Tabitha has interacted with a fireman who has a degree in economics. I wonder if she’s specifically never dealt with a fireman who has a degree in economics and is also somewhat obsessed with the work of W. Edwards Deming. It was in a seminar about his management that I first learned about the idea of the effects of something being unknown and unknowable.
Not that Mr. Deming needs my approval (since he’s generally considered the founder of Total Quality Management, designed the U.S. Census and is so revered in Japan for the work he did with them after World War II that they named a medal after him) but if he hadn’t died in 1993, I’d have to look him up and let him know his theories not only revolutionized business but also got me laid.
How in the world does talking about the unknown impacts of something get me laid in the first place?
Furthermore, how does that happen when two people are utterly pissed at each other?
I don’t get it. Sure, I understand the whole sexual tension cliché. I understand that concept but there are plenty of people who irritate the hell out of me. A substantial number of those people are women, and I don’t end up screwing them. I don’t end up wanting to screw them either. Some of those women are very attractive. Maybe they’re not as attractive as Tabitha but that in no way means they aren’t completely desirable. The point is, when I get pissed off at them, sleeping with them is the last thing on my mind.
Frankly, it relieves me when she’s gone for the day. It’s like I can finally relax then. Almost immediately, Captain Yates calls us all to the kitchen. Today, Brett’s cooking. That means it’s a night for sausage and peppers, I think. He’s at the stove and Yates says, “Come sit down.”
“Sausage’ll burn, Captain,” Brett replies. His nostrils flare a little. That always happens when he disagrees with someone. He’s the only gorilla shifter I know so I can’t say if that’s something common to all of them.
“All right,” he says. “You stay there, then.” He looks at me and since I’m closest, he says, “Close the door.” I do as he says and then take a seat at the table.
“Brett and Rory are the only two that weren’t here yesterday so just so you two know, every day I’m going over things that happen with Miss Greene, make sure there are no slips.”
“Why, Captain?” I ask, “We’re not doing anything we need to cover up.”
He glares at me. “Of course, we’re not, Eise.” He shakes his head. “What are you stupid? I’m talking about what we are, not what we do here.” He shakes his head. “What, do you need snow in order to think? I don’t want to slip up, so she figures out you’re a polar bear, you idiot. That’s it. The only thing we’re hiding is that this is a shifter company.”
I lift my hands. “Sorry, Captain.”
I wouldn’t let anyone else speak to me that way, but Yates is the best fire captain I’ve ever worked for and as a bull shifter, he gets an allowance for extra aggressiveness in stressful situations.
He says, “Other than that, we cooperate fully. Hell, we do more than that, we make her job easier.”
“How are we going to do that?” Anthony asks.
“And why do we need to?” I interrupt.
Yates stares at me like I’m insane and I head off another outburst by saying, “Look, we’re out. Shifters are out. People know who we are. I get that doesn’t mean we run around in our animal forms with reckless abandon, but does knowing that we’re shifters somehow make Tabitha more likely to have a problem with us? She doesn’t strike me as someone who gives a shit either way.”
