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“No.”
“Seduce him?”
“It depends.”
Fury hit him hard.
“Why?”
“As I said, it’s none of your—”
He kissed her, as insane as it was. He stole a second of that coveted taste before she could shove him…except she didn’t shove him, her hands fisting on his shirt and pulling him close. They stumbled on the table, made a ruckus, and went at each other with a ferocity that shook them. Their tongues rubbed and their bodies molded, a joining that would be going in one hot, dirty direction if it was any normal encounter. But it wasn’t.
He broke the kiss, dazed, and rested his head on her collarbone. She wrapped her hands around his head, hips still rocking with his, so soft and pliant that he wished they were anywhere else. Instead, he hung on to reality and took a step back, slamming the table one last time and uttering the loudest groan there was.
“Oh, I’m coming!” she screamed out.
The footsteps receded. They stared at each other. He took in the aprons on the floor and the state of her skirt, triggering him all over again.
“Who?” he asked.
She shook her head and rewrapped the aprons around her waist. Even then, the crumpled clothes, swollen lips, and messy hair made her look like how she was supposed to look: thoroughly fucked.
“I will go first.”
He blocked the door. “He’s a dangerous man, Nic.”
She lifted her chin. “So am I.”
In the end, there was nothing Isaiah could do to stop her, and delaying his return wouldn’t help either of them. He looked for her when he went back, spotted her behind the long bar, and strolled to his chair with a cocky bounce to his steps. Belatedly, he glanced at his crew and found the table empty. Marko must have gotten the good sense to keep them outside upon seeing there would be no fight.
He groaned out loud, then laughed, drawing attention to him as much as possible.
“Fucking hell. Seriously, mate, thanks.”
Ven looked thoroughly entertained. “It’s no problem.”
“What a gift.”
“Hmm.” Ven leaned back, posture relaxed and signaling that Isaiah was no longer a threat. “How was she?”
None of your goddamned business.
“Good. No complaints here. Fucked me well and all that.”
“And she’s new, too. Didn’t know me much. Can you imagine that?”
“Right? Crazy.”
“I suppose I should give her a test ride tonight.”
The light conversation dimmed. Isaiah leaned back, too.
“Wasn’t she supposed to be my gift?”
“Well…yes. But what do I get in return, then?”
A test. Maybe. But it was also an opening.
