43. What If Someone Walks In?

Chapter 43

What If Someone Walks In?

HUNTER

I watch the bartender leave, but not before she shoots me a look with a coy smile. Persistent little thing. It's too bad she doesn't understand that before Megan came into my life, I wouldn't have ever entertained sleeping with an employee of the club. She's lucky I'm in a good mood. I would have fired her on the spot if this were even six months ago.

"Bitch," I hear Megan mumble softly under her breath, and my brows lift in utter delight.

"What was that?" I ask facetiously.

"Nothing," she growls before turning to face me. "And what were you doing just standing there with her?"

I can't seem to wipe the smirk off of my face.

"Listen, if you want to start looking around for someone new to play with." Megan's slim, bandaged finger drills a hole in my chest.

I take her finger and lay it lightly against my chest as I stare intensely into her eyes. "I'm not looking to play with anybody but you, Miss Taylor."

"Oh," she mutters in a softer voice. "Okay, then."

I can see the rapid confusion on her face at her own actions, and I wonder if she even realizes that she was acting out of jealousy. I doubt it. But I don't need her to understand it right now. I'm just happy that she reacted at all.

That's progress.

"Why were you here, though?" She looks at me strangely. "Your office is on the other end of the hallway."

"I came to see you."

Obviously.

"For what?" she asks warily, and her familiar, suspicious tone amuses me.

"Do I need a reason to visit my favorite Blue Whiskey employee?"

"Favorite, huh?" she repeats skeptically. "I guess since you're the owner, you don't really need a reason to be here at all, so come on in, Mr. Middleton."

I tossed out anything that belonged to Steve and stripped down the office to the bare basics so Megan could make the space her own. So far, it's sparsely decorated, although I can see that she's hung up some random sketches and artwork on the walls.

"When are you going to order a new desk or something?"

"That's a waste of money."

"My money."

"Actually, it's Blue Whiskey money, and spending it wisely is part of my job." She knocks on the surface of the desk. "This old oak desk works just fine."

It's funny how it was easier to get her to accept a trip of a lifetime to Paris than to let me buy her a simple desk for work. When I glance at the surface of the desk, I can see that she was busy working. With a single hand, I shift through the stack of papers on her desk and look at her laptop screen.

"What are you working on?"

"I'm creating a digital system for your suppliers," she replies, coming over to stand beside me. "I know you're old school, but enough is enough."

"Impressive," I chuckle.

"I figure if I make myself useful, you won't want to fire me once this thing between us is over."

I give her a steady look. "Thinking long term, are we?"

She shrugs but doesn't quite meet my eyes.

"This is a thing, right?" she asks tentatively.

"It's whatever you want it to be. I simply find it interesting that you're thinking beyond whenever you think this thing of ours is going to end."

"Well, I have to."

"And why is that?"

"I'm not going to wait around until you get bored with me. "

This again.

She's actually serious.

"What do you have planned once I'm out of the picture?"

My tone is significantly cooler now. It irritates me that she's planning a future where I don't exist because she still doesn't trust me.

"Oh, don't be so sensitive," she scowls, meeting my gaze. "It's unattractive."

"Don't let anyone in the club hear you talking to me like that," I say incredulously, half surprised at myself for tolerating the insult.

"Yes, well." She looks a little guilty in the face. "I wasn't trying to be rude." Her eyes shoot up. "But you're going to get bored sooner or later, and I won't always be able to depend on your kindness. I need this job if I'm going to pay my way through school and eventually get my own apartment. So, my master plan is to prove my worth and make myself indispensable to you."

I don't know why she's so damn convinced that I'm so fickle, but it's probably smart of her to assume so. I tend to only stick with a woman for a night or so, and I'm sure that reputation has gotten back to Megan from some of the other workers here or the internet. What she doesn't realize is that I've broken half of the rules in my own handbook when it comes to her.

I cast a cursory glance over her computer screen and peep at the software she's working with, and it's interesting enough to impress me. "Are you taking coding classes?"

"No, but I took one a while back." She shrugs. "I'm not that great at it, but it used to help me make some pocket change when I was younger."

"Younger?" I ask flippantly.

"Yes, younger," she responds as one corner of her delicious mouth turns up.

"I see."

She pauses. "It's good that you dropped by. I want to talk to you about something."

"Go ahead."

"One of the kitchen staff, Billy, is leaving, and he gave me a recommendation for a potential employee I want to check out. From what I know, the girl is young and homeless, but he asked me to test her cooking before I turned her down. I know you're a little skittish about new employees after the Steve fiasco, but I think we should try her out."

I sprawl out across her couch and pray that the traitor Steve never did anything disgusting on it during his time here. Now that I think about it, I should have thrown this out, too.

"Come here," I tell her.

Megan gives me a narrow-eyed look. "I'm talking about work right now."

"No reason you can't do it from my lap," I smirk suggestively at her. "You might even be able to convince me of a trial run for the new girl if you play your cards right."

She hesitates, and I pat my leg, my voice firm. "Come."

When she moves towards the door, I tell her, "No, leave it unlocked."

"What if someone walks in?"

"Then they'll know you're off limits," I smirk, unbothered by her concern. However, she walks across the room and locks the door anyway.

"I have a reputation to maintain. Half the servers already think I got this position by screwing the boss. I don't need to confirm their suspicions."

"What suspicions?" I ask pleasantly, but my eyes aren't smiling.

"Does it matter?" She scowls, walking over to me.

I reach out, grab her by her slim waist, and lower her luscious ass onto my lap until she's straddling me. I immediately harden underneath my zipper, but that's par for the course whenever I'm close to this little fireball.

"To be fair, you've only ever screwed me once, and even then, I was the one doing the fucking. If I recall correctly, all you did was plead and scream for more."

Megan's hand covers my mouth, her eyes full of embarrassment. "Quiet."

I grin against her hand, amused by her sudden bout of shyness, and then lick her palm.

"Hunter!" she cries out in disgust, pulling her hand away from my mouth and wiping it on my suit jacket. "That's disgusting. Why would you do that?"

I have to laugh at her response. "You know I've licked you all over your body, right?"

"It's still disgusting." She contorts her face, and I laugh even harder. "I haven't washed my hands in hours."

"I suppose in your head that makes complete sense," I chuckle before cupping her face in my hands. "Let's try this then."

I bring her face down to mine and kiss her softly on the mouth, enjoying the sweet sensation of her soft lips moving against mine. She sinks quickly into our kiss, and when she moves closer to me, I momentarily break away, warning, "Careful, you still have stitches."

"Oh, yeah," she says through shallow breaths, her eyes cloudy with desire. It's fascinating to see how easily she gets turned on with the simplest of touches. I kiss her neck and her jaw, enjoying her sweet taste. She smells like jasmine on a summer evening.

Normally, sex for me is fast, rough, and transactional, but I don't want to have sex right now. I mean, obviously, I wouldn't mind it, but presently, I'm more than satisfied that Megan's pressed against me. In fact, there's nothing more I'd like to see than her rub against me and watch her release. It's a beautiful thing to watch.

And I wouldn't care who walked in and saw us.