“Shower.”
“I just took a shower.”
“Well, now you’re gonna get fucked in one, sugar.” He rubbed his chin against the top of her head. “Besides, I think it’s time for you to have a little breakfast, too.”
Her arm tightened around his neck. “Good. ’Cause I’m starving.”
“Angie!”
Angie’s eyes snapped open again. Christ, she kept falling asleep at the kitchen table.
“Here, lazy bones. Drink this.” Nik put a hot cup of coffee in front of her. If she didn’t know where it would lead, she’d kiss him.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
She watched him out of the one eye she could open. He’d only put on a pair of old jeans he didn’t bother zipping all the way up. No shoes on those big feet and no shirt.
She closed her eyes again. No one had a right to be that good looking. Absolutely no one.
“You still want breakfast or you want some lunch instead?”
“Whatever’s fast. Now I’m really starving.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. Me, too. Good fuckin’ will do that to ya.”
Interesting how when she used that word randomly, Nik looked at her like she was a serial killer. But when discussing the actual act, the man couldn’t use the word enough.
Weird hillbilly rules.
He opened his refrigerator and seemed to be debating the pros and cons of its contents. She knew he couldn’t find her staring at his ass unless she wanted to end up face down over the table, so she glanced at the French doors, only to see two faces staring back at her.
Both pouting.
She slid out of her chair and walked over, pushing the doors open.
“What’s wrong?”
“Look what your boyfriend did to us.”
She would have punched Ban in the face for that one, but he turned and she saw the fang marks on the back of his neck.
“Oh, honey!” Angie raised herself up on her toes to get a better look. “We need to put something on that.”
“You should see what he did to Alek’s leg.”
“What are you two doing here,” Nik barked from behind her.
“Be nice.” Grabbing an arm from both, she pulled the brothers into the house. “You guys sit down, I’ll see what I can find.”
“I should have killed you two last night.”
Ban glanced at Alek. “Is it me, little brother. Or does big brother look well-fucked this early afternoon?”
“I’d have to say he sure does, big brother. Mighty well-fucked.”
“If you two don’t get your butts outta here—”
“What? And have your girlfriend all upset?”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“So, she’s fair game then?”
Nik answered Ban by slapping him on the back of his neck, right across his still-healing wounds. Ban responded by jumping out of his chair, fangs bared and ready to fight.
“That’s it! You two cut the bullshit out right now!” Angie glided back into the kitchen carrying a first-aid kit from the bathroom. But when neither brother acknowledged her, Angie growled low, “Don’t make me get the balls.”
Ban flinched.
“Now sit the fuck down, Ban, before I get angry.” Nik smiled until she turned on him. “And weren’t you doing something?”
Boy, she could be real cranky when she hadn’t gotten her coffee.
Angie couldn’t believe how busy she’d been all afternoon. Once she wrapped up both Alek’s and Ban’s wounds—and Nik had thrown them out of the house—she spent the rest of the afternoon making calls. Well, after Nik bent her over the living room couch and fucked her until she saw stars.
Design house reps and some staff problems kept her going the rest of the day. Nik spent his time in his office also working. They didn’t see much of each other for about five hours. But the rich sound of his voice, or that damn hillbilly accent, flowing through the hallway into the kitchen, made her wet. She had finally changed into a loose black skirt, completely forgoing the underwear. She couldn’t sit around in damp underwear all day. And, for her own amusement, the black strappy Ferragamos.
Early on Miki called her to check in, but thankfully the conversation remained brief and she didn’t ask any uncomfortable questions Angie wouldn’t want to answer.
As she argued with Celine, her buyer and the woman pushing her to open another store in Dallas, Angie decided this would be her last call. Tired of talking and missing Nik, she wanted to shut down for the rest of the day.
“I’ve never liked his stuff, Celine.”
“But you haven’t seen any of his new stuff.”
“I don’t want—”
“Do you have access to a computer?”
Nik, from what she could tell, only had one computer and it resided in his office.
“Maybe.”
“He’s got a site you can go to.”
Well, it did give her an excuse.
“Hold on.”
She attached the phone to her skirt and made sure her headphone securely fit to her head without making her hair look stupid. She left the kitchen and went straight to his office. The door stood partially open, so she stuck her head in, lightly knocking.
He, too, wore a headphone and it took her a second to realize he wasn’t speaking English or even hillbilly.
Nik glanced up at her knock and rewarded her with a huge grin. He motioned her in.
“I need your computer,” she mouthed, then added the usual visual of her fingers typing.
He nodded and pointed, pushing his chair back a bit so she could get to the desktop.
She wasn’t a gadget whore, but she knew this system would have Miki creaming in her basketball shorts.
“All right. Give me the link.”
Celine walked her to the designer’s site and led her around. Angie still wasn’t impressed with the designer’s stuff. But she was impressed to realize Nik spoke Mandarin. He spoke it well, too. She couldn’t speak it herself, but she understood it and his accent was damn-near flawless.
“I’m not impressed, Celine.”
“You’re being difficult.”
“I’m allowed to be, it’s my fuckin’ business.”
“Okay. Calm down. I’m just saying—”
“I know what you’re saying and—eep!”
“Eep what?”
“Uh…” Angie swatted at the hand sliding in between her legs. And with no panties under her skirt… “Um…”
“Are you okay?”
Nik pushed her legs apart.
“Yes. But I’ve, uh, I’ve gotta go.”
“Angie, I’ve been waiting to talk to you for three days about this stuff.”
“I know.”
“I mean you up and disappear, scaring everyone in town half to death.” Nik’s tongue slid up the inside of her thigh.
“Celine!” She snarled it, causing Celine to stop babbling. “I can not discuss this now.”
“Um…okay.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow or something.”
Angie shut the phone off, snatching it and her headset off and dropping them to the floor. She gripped the edge of the desk as Nik’s fingers played around her clit, his tongue teasing around her lips, but not hitting anything nearly important enough.
Then she realized something.
The man is still on the goddamn phone!
Nik stopped listening to his friend and business partner as soon as Angie bent over in front of his computer.
Wo-hoo Ling, or as the fraternity brothers liked to call him, Biscuit, kept going on and on about the last couple of million they recently made, but who cared? Really, who cared about anything when staring at the most perfect ass and legs in the world?
“You’re not listening to me, are you?” Biscuit sighed out in Mandarin.
“I am too.” Okay. A lie. But Nik couldn’t tell very straight-laced Biscuit with his six cubs and three loyal tiger females that he currently had his hand buried inside the hottest snatch in the entire country.