10. Skye
My skin is on fire, and flames lick my flesh as I recall the way Rogue stared at me while my tattoo was completed. I’d really been enjoying myself, bantering back and forth with Possum like old friends, but that all changed the second Rogue walked through the door.
How Possum’s hand didn’t jump around from the constant jackhammering my heart did, I’ll never know.
Thankfully, I’m wearing one of my sexier bras so there’s that.
I really expected Rogue to leave, to get bored and wait outside for Possum to finish, but he didn’t. Instead, he watched like a hawk. And when he growled at what I was charged, my stomach did a little flip-flop.
Every sane part of me reminds me that he’s my employer, and the growl didn’t mean anything. Then there’s the insane parts of me that can’t help but wonder if there was more to it than that.
No. Rogue wouldn’t cross that line.
I reach for the remote and turn off the TV. When I got home, I turned on Bones and ate leftover chicken casserole in the hopes that it would distract me from my thoughts. Newsflash… it didn’t work.
After washing my dirty dish, I set it on a towel on the counter to dry and make my way to the bathroom. I undress and admire my new ink in front of the bathroom mirror. I wasn’t blowing smoke up Possum’s ass. He’s a genius with a tattoo gun, and I’m lucky he had an opening on such short notice.
I slip on my silk camisole and sleep shorts before going to the bedroom and flipping on the small TV. I queue up Bones again and settle back into the mattress. After three episodes, my eyelids start to droop. I don’t bother fighting sleep; I let it pull me under.
A loud knock startles me, and I edge out of bed. Grabbing my knife on my way out of the bedroom, I inch toward the sound as the knocking increases. I peek through the peephole and unlock the door before yanking it open.
“What are y?—”
Rogue pulls me against his chest, smashing his mouth down on mine. The knife slips out of my hand and falls to the floor with a thud, interrupting our first kiss. He slowly pulls back, but his hold on me remains tight.
“I’ve been waiting to do that since the first time you walked into my bar.”
“Took you long enough.”
Rogue picks me, and I wrap my legs around his hips, locking my ankles at his back. His hands grip my ass as he swiftly moves through my apartment. He tosses me on the bed and reaches over his head to yank off his shirt. Saliva pools in my mouth as I take in the six-pack that’s revealed when his shirt hits the floor.
“Clark Kent,” I say breathlessly.
Rogue’s eyes snap to mine. He grabs my ankle and pulls me to the edge of the bed. “Clark Kent… Are you seriously talking about another man right now?”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I trace his muscles with my fingertips. “Yes, Clark Kent. I’ve always thought you were hiding a hard body like Superman under that Clark Kent disguise.”
“Hmm.” Rogue licks his lips as he unbuckles his belt and whips it out of the loops on his pants. “I guess I’m okay with that.” He methodically pops the button on his jeans and slides the zipper down. I scoot back on the mattress as he crawls over me. “Where are you going?”
I reach up and pull his head down to mine. “Nowhere.”
His lips meld mine, and I open my mouth slowly, granting his tongue access. Rogue dominates the kiss, and I groan when his fingertips brush my nipple.
“You like that, baby?”
Before I can answer, he nips and sucks on my neck, and his hand snakes under my top. I hiss when he pinches the sensitive peak which tightens in response.
“Rogue.” I thread my fingers in his hair and pull his head down to my chest, silently commanding him to take the ache away.
“Greedy thing, aren’t you?” His mouth curves up. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
“Hurry.”
Rogue’s hand immediately stops its assault. “Who’s in charge?”
“You.”
“Fucking right.”
Rogue kisses his way down my body. Peeling my shorts and panties down slowly, his hands push my legs apart, and he settles in between them, staring at my pussy like it’s a grand prize. I swear I’m going to combust if he doesn’t touch me soon.
“Please.”
“I like it when you beg.”
Rogue nibbles on my inner thigh, his hot breath brushing over my skin before moving to the other side. It’s complete torture, but what a way to go. He looks up at me with a cocky grin and slowly lowers his mouth to my slit. His tongue jets out…
Beep, beep, beep.
I bolt upright, panting. Groaning, I turn off the alarm on my phone with a sigh. It feels like I just fell asleep, but according to my clock, I’ve been out for seven hours. I drag myself out of bed and shower before heading out to run the errands I’ve been putting off.
Stopping at the grocery store first, I stock up on the essentials and return home to put things away and do some light cleaning. Then I run to Walmart to get a calculator to keep in my locker at work. I know Rogue said he was ordering some, but I feel better knowing where one is if any of them get misplaced or taken home by coworkers by mistake.
Yawning, I check my phone and realize I don’t have time to go back home and take a nap before my shift, but I do have time to stop at the boutique to finally get the inserts that Jez was telling me about. When I park in front of Naughty/Nice, I climb out of the car and lock it before heading inside.
A cool breeze hits my face when I step through the door of the shop. The heat in Nevada is no joke.
Dry heat my ass. Hot is fucking hot.
“Welcome to Nau—,” Cece says, looking up from the computer and seeing me, a smile spreading across her face. “What’re you doing here?”
“I hear you can help a girl out.”
“Short black dress or sexy lingerie?” she teases.
“Um… neither.”
Her brow arches. “Color me intrigued.”
“A couple of weeks ago, Jez told me about some insoles you stock that might help me since I’m on my feet all night.”
She scowls. “And you’re just now coming to see me?”
I laugh, knowing she’s not really mad at me. “Girl, what can I say? The bar is always busy, and when I finally get time off, I chill at home, eating leftovers and binge watch old ass tv shows and movies.”
“Sounds perfect to me. Between Harper and Soul, I’d kill for a little peace and quiet.”
“Liar. You love it.”
Her face beams with pride. “You’re right, I do.”
She hands me a pair to try, and I tug my boots off and slip the inserts in. I put them back on, and walk around in circles, bouncing back and forth on my feet.
“These are amazing.”
“I know, right?”
“Can I wear them out?”
“Sure. Let’s ring you up.”
I follow her to the register, and my eyes land on an off-the-shoulder see-through silk purple blouse with a built-in black bra. I grab one in my size and drop it on the counter before I can talk myself out of it. Besides the tattoo, I hardly ever splurge on frivolous things. I send a lot of my money to my grandma to help her out with bills.
“I’ll take this too.”
“Wow! You’ll look hot in this,” Cece says, handing me my purchase. “You should come hang out with us girls some time.”
“I’d love to.”
“Text me when you have your schedule, and we’ll plan something epic.”
“That sounds like trouble,” I say with a chuckle. “Speaking of schedules, I better get to work.”
“Bye!” Cece calls out as I leave.
Ten minutes later, I pull into the lot at Purgatory. I push open the car door and step out. Yawning, I walk toward the employee entrance. It’s only four o’clock, and the parking lot is already packed.
“No rest for the wicked,” I mutter to myself.
That’ll teach me to have sex dreams about my boss.