long weekend.
Her stomach had been in knots since he left Monday afternoon. And the arousal he sparked to life in her to but refused to see through…don’t even get her started on that. It couldn’t be dampened. No vibrator in the world could satisfy her, and the thought of taking another man home left her cold and disgusted on the inside.
The damn wolf had claimed her Siren, and the woman wasn’t interested in anyone else. It was the part of her the Siren had no hold over that still resisted. But even that very human side had weakened over the days, and she actually missed the big possessive man.
“You going to stare at the door all night, or are you going to get some actual work done?” Frost stood behind her, arms crossed over his chest. He’d been there for the last hour, and his brooding presence wasn’t helping in the least. She’d already messed up a couple drinks and almost dropped a bottle of the high-end scotch.
She refused to look at the man and give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right. “I am working,” she said, appalled he’d had to mention her lack of focus again.
“He’ll come.”
Amber rolled her eyes and popped the tops on three bottles of beer before placing them on the tray for the server. “I’m not worried. If he shows—great. If he doesn’t, well, then I’ll be fine with that too. My life does not revolve around that man.”
Frost’s chuckle grated on her nerves. “You used to be better at lying. You’re worried. I can smell it rolling off you. He’s claimed you, Amber. Wild horses wouldn’t be able to keep him away.”
What she wanted to say was how do you know, but she couldn’t voice that thought. It would mean she really was worried. Pining for a man wasn’t in her normal purview of activities. Showing that weakness would kill her.
“Whatever,” she huffed under her breath.
The band stepped up on stage, signaling the start of their set and giving her something else to focus on. Ten o’clock on the dot, every Friday and Saturday night. Jaz tapped a beat out on the drums as Case, Rhys, and Fin joined her on stage. Fin stepped up to the microphone, crooning out a greeting to the crowd, inciting the women. He was a Siren like Amber and Brit. Brought in to enthrall the patrons. The rest of the band consisted of a faerie (Jaz) and two Djinns (Case and Rhys). Good looks and smooth voices won the crowd over every time. More liquor flowed, and the bar made mad amounts of money. It also helped those drinking heavily to dance off the alcohol’s affects.
Amber tried to tune in and relax to the easy beat of the first song, but she couldn’t. Her gaze flicked to the entrance again, and the door opened. Andreas filled the doorway. Her breath caught in her throat and relief filled her.
Squelching the impulse to run over to him and fling her arms around his neck, she filled the next order in a bid to keep her hands busy. Each second that ticked by brought him closer. Each step he took sent her pulse fluttering rapidly out of control. Her tattoo heated and sparks of desire fired her blood. Her fingers twitched with the need to let her power free.
Frost stepped up next to her and snatched the beer she’d been holding out of her hand. “Go take a break. Take him with you. I need you focused on work, and maybe a quickie will get you back on track. Use my office.”
Amber frowned at her boss. She didn’t think she was that bad.
A ndreas stepped up to the bar, took one look at Amber and knew he had to get her out of there. Her green eyes darkened on the verge of being black. The shaking of her hands was barely noticeable, but enough for him to be concerned. Her pulse was accelerated and breathing deep. He nodded to Frost, who, in turn, tipped his head in silent greeting.
“Take her to my office,” the big man grunted. “Sort her out.” The bear in him had to sense the turmoil in Amber’s lush body. His pale eyes shimmered softly and mouth thinned. Tension
Her stomach had been in knots since he left Monday afternoon. And the arousal he sparked to life in her to but refused to see through…don’t even get her started on that. It couldn’t be dampened. No vibrator in the world could satisfy her, and the thought of taking another man home left her cold and disgusted on the inside.
The damn wolf had claimed her Siren, and the woman wasn’t interested in anyone else. It was the part of her the Siren had no hold over that still resisted. But even that very human side had weakened over the days, and she actually missed the big possessive man.
“You going to stare at the door all night, or are you going to get some actual work done?” Frost stood behind her, arms crossed over his chest. He’d been there for the last hour, and his brooding presence wasn’t helping in the least. She’d already messed up a couple drinks and almost dropped a bottle of the high-end scotch.
She refused to look at the man and give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right. “I am working,” she said, appalled he’d had to mention her lack of focus again.
“He’ll come.”
Amber rolled her eyes and popped the tops on three bottles of beer before placing them on the tray for the server. “I’m not worried. If he shows—great. If he doesn’t, well, then I’ll be fine with that too. My life does not revolve around that man.”
Frost’s chuckle grated on her nerves. “You used to be better at lying. You’re worried. I can smell it rolling off you. He’s claimed you, Amber. Wild horses wouldn’t be able to keep him away.”
What she wanted to say was how do you know, but she couldn’t voice that thought. It would mean she really was worried. Pining for a man wasn’t in her normal purview of activities. Showing that weakness would kill her.
“Whatever,” she huffed under her breath.
The band stepped up on stage, signaling the start of their set and giving her something else to focus on. Ten o’clock on the dot, every Friday and Saturday night. Jaz tapped a beat out on the drums as Case, Rhys, and Fin joined her on stage. Fin stepped up to the microphone, crooning out a greeting to the crowd, inciting the women. He was a Siren like Amber and Brit. Brought in to enthrall the patrons. The rest of the band consisted of a faerie (Jaz) and two Djinns (Case and Rhys). Good looks and smooth voices won the crowd over every time. More liquor flowed, and the bar made mad amounts of money. It also helped those drinking heavily to dance off the alcohol’s affects.
Amber tried to tune in and relax to the easy beat of the first song, but she couldn’t. Her gaze flicked to the entrance again, and the door opened. Andreas filled the doorway. Her breath caught in her throat and relief filled her.
Squelching the impulse to run over to him and fling her arms around his neck, she filled the next order in a bid to keep her hands busy. Each second that ticked by brought him closer. Each step he took sent her pulse fluttering rapidly out of control. Her tattoo heated and sparks of desire fired her blood. Her fingers twitched with the need to let her power free.
Frost stepped up next to her and snatched the beer she’d been holding out of her hand. “Go take a break. Take him with you. I need you focused on work, and maybe a quickie will get you back on track. Use my office.”
Amber frowned at her boss. She didn’t think she was that bad.
A ndreas stepped up to the bar, took one look at Amber and knew he had to get her out of there. Her green eyes darkened on the verge of being black. The shaking of her hands was barely noticeable, but enough for him to be concerned. Her pulse was accelerated and breathing deep. He nodded to Frost, who, in turn, tipped his head in silent greeting.
“Take her to my office,” the big man grunted. “Sort her out.” The bear in him had to sense the turmoil in Amber’s lush body. His pale eyes shimmered softly and mouth thinned. Tension
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