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creating glorious pulses he wanted to take advantage of again and again.
His hand stroked gently over her shoulder length blond hair, loving the feel of her soft body surrounding him. He felt her head turn, her breath in his ear. “How did you know my name?”
His hands paused briefly in shock. Shit , he thought frantically. “Your friends,” he said instead.
“Oh,” she snuggled closer. “Hmm. You feel nice.”
The man cursed himself silently at the slip. Not yet , he thought. Not yet .
Cassie held on until her body cooled, the delicious tingles evaporated, and the whole situated shattered her dreamy state. Now what? she thought.
As if reading her mind, the man whispered in her ear, “Come to me tomorrow night.”
Pleased, she almost agreed, then remembered and sighed regretfully. “I can’t.” She leaned back, gazed into his beautiful eyes. Lashes so long it was criminal. “I have to work.”
He stroked a fingertip down her cheek and her own lashes fluttered in response to the contact. “When?”
“I have Monday and Tuesday off.” She said carefully, not wanting to sound eager, but definitely wanting a repeat performance. His scent was intoxicating, so male, so earthy, so—so damn familiar.
He smiled, gave her a quick hard kiss. “Monday at eleven thirty, then.”
Cassie stroked a finger over his mask. “Will I get to see your face?”
He swallowed guiltily. He knew it had to happen, and better sooner than later. “If you wish.”
“Oh I wish.”
* * * *
The next night, Cassie worked the bar at Chevens, her body humming and a giddy smile curled her lips. She felt wonderful and excited and nervous. Tomorrow night she would see her masked lover again. Without the mask.
It was nearing ten before her boss showed up, and he only waved at her before slipping into his office in the back. Cassie frowned. Was he mad about last night? No , she told herself, don’t go there .
By eleven she needed to restock the cooler so she called out to Heather, her backup bartender and waitress, and went into the storage room. She was just reaching for a box when a familiar scent hit her. She closed her eyes, thinking she was imagining things, but the way her heart sped up and the instant liquid heat that raced to her core told her different. She turned quickly around. Rick Chevens had entered the room, his deep green eyes hot as he raked them over her. Then he blinked and gave her a friendly smile.
“Sorry I came in so late. I wanted to ask how your night went. Did you have fun?”
Did she have fun?
A roaring started in her ears as she pictured a mask covering her boss’s eyes and nose. How could she have not noticed? How could she have not known? And more importantly, how could he? No wonder he’d been so insistent to let her go. Had he been laughing at her the whole time? Her face flamed with embarrassment and fury at his deceit.
“ You ,” she pointed a shaking finger at him. “How could you?” Her voice broke. “How? Why?”
She knew , Rick thought as he stepped in the room and closed the door behind him. He thought he’d have more time, but Cassie proved him wrong. “Cassie, look.” He put a hand to the tight knot in his chest. “I own Tennins and, well, I did what I had to.”
“What?”
He moved stealthily closer. “I wanted you the second I saw you, and as I got to know you better, that want became sharper. I needed you, but you’re my employee, and you’re a fabulous employee. It was either fire you to date you, or pretend to be someone else.”
“Just to fuck me,” she blustered. “You bastard. And now you don’t have to fire me because I quit.” She tried to push past him but he grabbed her shoulders and gave her a small shake.
“Dammit Cassie, it’s not just about fucking you. I like you, a lot. More than a lot. And I know you’re attracted to me. I was slowly going insane, having you near and not being able to be with you, be inside you. I did what I thought was
His hand stroked gently over her shoulder length blond hair, loving the feel of her soft body surrounding him. He felt her head turn, her breath in his ear. “How did you know my name?”
His hands paused briefly in shock. Shit , he thought frantically. “Your friends,” he said instead.
“Oh,” she snuggled closer. “Hmm. You feel nice.”
The man cursed himself silently at the slip. Not yet , he thought. Not yet .
Cassie held on until her body cooled, the delicious tingles evaporated, and the whole situated shattered her dreamy state. Now what? she thought.
As if reading her mind, the man whispered in her ear, “Come to me tomorrow night.”
Pleased, she almost agreed, then remembered and sighed regretfully. “I can’t.” She leaned back, gazed into his beautiful eyes. Lashes so long it was criminal. “I have to work.”
He stroked a fingertip down her cheek and her own lashes fluttered in response to the contact. “When?”
“I have Monday and Tuesday off.” She said carefully, not wanting to sound eager, but definitely wanting a repeat performance. His scent was intoxicating, so male, so earthy, so—so damn familiar.
He smiled, gave her a quick hard kiss. “Monday at eleven thirty, then.”
Cassie stroked a finger over his mask. “Will I get to see your face?”
He swallowed guiltily. He knew it had to happen, and better sooner than later. “If you wish.”
“Oh I wish.”
* * * *
The next night, Cassie worked the bar at Chevens, her body humming and a giddy smile curled her lips. She felt wonderful and excited and nervous. Tomorrow night she would see her masked lover again. Without the mask.
It was nearing ten before her boss showed up, and he only waved at her before slipping into his office in the back. Cassie frowned. Was he mad about last night? No , she told herself, don’t go there .
By eleven she needed to restock the cooler so she called out to Heather, her backup bartender and waitress, and went into the storage room. She was just reaching for a box when a familiar scent hit her. She closed her eyes, thinking she was imagining things, but the way her heart sped up and the instant liquid heat that raced to her core told her different. She turned quickly around. Rick Chevens had entered the room, his deep green eyes hot as he raked them over her. Then he blinked and gave her a friendly smile.
“Sorry I came in so late. I wanted to ask how your night went. Did you have fun?”
Did she have fun?
A roaring started in her ears as she pictured a mask covering her boss’s eyes and nose. How could she have not noticed? How could she have not known? And more importantly, how could he? No wonder he’d been so insistent to let her go. Had he been laughing at her the whole time? Her face flamed with embarrassment and fury at his deceit.
“ You ,” she pointed a shaking finger at him. “How could you?” Her voice broke. “How? Why?”
She knew , Rick thought as he stepped in the room and closed the door behind him. He thought he’d have more time, but Cassie proved him wrong. “Cassie, look.” He put a hand to the tight knot in his chest. “I own Tennins and, well, I did what I had to.”
“What?”
He moved stealthily closer. “I wanted you the second I saw you, and as I got to know you better, that want became sharper. I needed you, but you’re my employee, and you’re a fabulous employee. It was either fire you to date you, or pretend to be someone else.”
“Just to fuck me,” she blustered. “You bastard. And now you don’t have to fire me because I quit.” She tried to push past him but he grabbed her shoulders and gave her a small shake.
“Dammit Cassie, it’s not just about fucking you. I like you, a lot. More than a lot. And I know you’re attracted to me. I was slowly going insane, having you near and not being able to be with you, be inside you. I did what I thought was
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