Page 32 of Whiskey Neat

Kit pats my shoulder. “Sure, Indy.”

“Get out of my room. I’m tired.”

Kit chuckles. “I’m going, just don’t be shocked when you’re bent over begging for some twink dick.”

I roll my eyes and flip him off as he laughs, leaving me alone. After he’s gone, I kick off my jeans and slip under the sheets. The scent of Salem mixed with sex lingers in the air, stirring my cock once more, but I push back the memories.

There are plenty of other twinks in the sea.

TEN

SALEM

I’m in a foul mood and I know exactly why.

I park the car in the tiny back lot behind the bar, gripping the steering wheel and breathing in and out slowly to center myself. I have to be strong when I see that beautiful man again. He’s not right for me. I know all too well that two tops don’t make a bottom.

If I knew Indy better, maybe I could’ve told him why I’m so hell bent on topping only, but I don’t and he’s my boss. We don’t emotionally vomit all over the boss. Besides, he probably tells his friends everything, and the last thing I want is a bunch of pitying stares from them.

This was the right decision. We had a little fun, but it’s all business now. I’ll figure out how to ignore his insanely good looks and sexy swagger and the way his voice vibrates straight through me to my dick. Easy peasy.

I huff a breath and get out of the car, bracing myself as I walk with every ounce of confidence I have to the propped-open back door. I used a crap ton of concealer, but hopefully I’ve successfully covered the bruises Indy left in his wake. My skin is still tender if I touch it.

As soon as I step inside, a worker blocks my path.

“Sorry. The bar isn’t open.”

“I’m aware. I work here.”

“Oh. Sorry.” He doesn’t make any effort to move to let me pass. “I’m Jack.”

I don’t remotely care. “Thanks. How’s the office?”

“We boarded it up temporarily and cleaned the drywall out, so it’s workable for now.”

“Excellent.” I wait for him to get the hint but when he doesn’t, I give him my signature glare. “Mind if I get to work?”

“Right.” He steps to the side, obviously eyeing me up and down. “I didn’t get your name.”

It would be far too rude not to answer, so I reluctantly provide it without an ounce of warmth. “Salem.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m the foreman when Oakley isn’t here, so if you need anything, let me know.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

I pass through the dusty back hallway to the offices. Once I’m inside, I exhale. The door blocks out some of the noise, and they did a good job of cleaning this up. I want to make a list of places in the city to check out today for restaurant supplies so I can finalize the proposed budget for Lowen.

Then I can spend most of the day in New Onyx and away from Indy. Good plan. At least for today. I pull my notebook out of my messenger bag and tear out a sheet of paper so I can organize my list of places.

A few minutes later, there’s a knock. “Come in.”

“Hey, Salem.” It’s Jack. “Sorry to bother you but I wondered if you had a second to look at something with us?”

“Look at what?”

“There’s a column by the side we’re supposed to be expanding for a patio, but it’s load bearing. We can keep it where it is for no extra cost or take it out and add a beam, but that’s a costly upgrade.”

“Oh.” I chew on my bottom lip. “That decision is way above my paygrade. I’m sure someone in charge will be here soon.”

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