Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,9

that a lot of the black inky looking patterns that stained them was permanent.

“Yeah?” he questioned, tucking the cloth back in his jeans pocket and sweeping his fingers through the front of his shaggy blond hair.

“I need to speak with Huntsman?” I shifted from one foot to the other. “I have some plans I need him to sign off on.”

“He’s bus—”

“Just in his office.” The new voice pulled my attention to the open doorway that led inside. The grin staring back at me was one I recognized. “Hey, Zo.”

“You not working today, Rip?”

“Club business ran late last night.”

“Thought you might have been hungover again,” I teased, enjoying the way his smartass smile dropped for a second, no doubt remembering what happened when he’d come to work a few days ago after too many drinks the night before.

He pressed his hand to his stomach, his brow pinching between his eyes. “Drake’s an asshole.”

“You’re the one that puked in the concrete mixer,” I argued, shaking my head with a light giggle. “It was only fair you cleaned it out.”

“You sound like Drake,” he grumbled, waving me inside and directing me to a hallway tucked in behind the bar. The other guy with the tattoos followed close behind us. “Dad’s in his office. Just down the hall, the last door on the left.”

“Thanks, Rip.” My heels clipped across the wooden floor as I made my way down the hallway, acutely aware of the two bikers behind me, their eyes following my every damn move with quiet whispers. Reaching the last door on the left, I looked back at them before placing my hand on the handle, my raised eyebrow enough to have them scuttle away, laughter echoing after them.

The door was open just a crack, so instead of knocking, I pressed my other hand against it gently, letting it slowly swing back.

I should have knocked.

A soft gasp fell from my lips, and his eyes shot up, his dark shadowed gaze meeting directly with mine. “Can I help you?” I shuddered at the sexy rasp in his tone, though I couldn’t tell if that was just the way he spoke or if it was because he was fighting to unload himself into the girl kneeled before him. The one with his cock halfway down her throat.

Jesus Christ, just look away!

I couldn’t.

I was frozen in panic, my mouth hanging open, my heart beating harder. Faster. Sending a wave of warmth radiating through my body.

His eager companion grabbed hold of his shirt with one of her hands, pushing it up, out of her way. The movement dragged my attention to his perfectly etched abs, looking like they were carved from stone, and suddenly the warmth that had spread through me had begun to gather between my legs, creating a dull throb.

There was something wrong with me.

“You going to come in and join us?” Huntsman growled as he swept his fingers through the girl’s hair, gathering it in his hand and pulling it away from her face. What a fucking gentleman. “Or you just like to fucking watch?”

The amused arrogance was the bucket of cold water I needed.

Dumped right over my damn head.

I steeled my spine, lifting the files and trying to keep my hand from shaking. “I’m Zoey, the interior designer. I need these plans signed so I can hand the changes over before the builders start working.”

He tilted his head like he was studying me.

The girl in front of him continued on her mission like I wasn’t even there.

I felt exposed, desperately trying to stop his sharp stare from rattling me. Because I knew that’s exactly what he was trying to do. He was pushing me, taunting me, testing what I was made of. Which only made me stand taller, popping my hip out to the side and raising my brow. He reached up, tugging gently at his beard.

That fucking beard.

I swear the moment he touched it, I could instantly feel it pressed between my thighs, the coarseness of it scratching softly at my thighs as his tongue swept over my cl—

“Well?”

Clearing my throat, I shook my head, trying to shake the haze from my brain. “Well?” I repeated, unable to keep my voice from cracking.

“I said either leave it on the table,” he growled, the deep rumble like shockwaves kick-starting my heart, “… or you go back out to the clubroom and fucking wait. Since you already turned down option three.”

“You offer threesomes to all your employees, or am I just special?” I snapped,