Page 74 of Whiskey Neat

“I am so sorry, Salem,” Oakley says. “I’m truly shocked by this. Jack is my cousin.”

I scrunch my nose. “Yikes.”

“I’m so pissed,” Oakley continues. “He’s been a fuckup most of his life, but the past five years, he’s really pulled himself together. I gave him a shot working for me and he’s been solid, working his way up and busting his ass, but I’ve had a few complaints about inappropriate stares and general discomfort. He obviously went too far this time and I feel responsible.”

“You’re not,” I say. “He’s a grown man who made a bad choice.”

“If I can do anything to make it right, I will.”

“Keep him away from any of our projects,” Indy says.

“Of course,” Oakley says. “He’s out. He’s a liability I can’t afford.”

Lowen rubs my shoulder. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’m good. Promise.”

“You’re a little badass,” Kit says proudly, like he trained me or something. “Where did you learn that?”

“Classes I took when I lived in the city.”

“They sure as hell worked.” Kit grips my shoulder. “Good job.”

“Thanks.”

Indy rubs my back. “Come with me?”

I nod, letting him lead me down the hallway to the office where he closes the door.

“Tell me the truth. You’re really okay? We can file a report.”

I hop up on the edge of the desk and wrap my arms around his neck. “Given the outcome, I don’t think I need to file charges. I’m really okay. It happened quickly, but my instincts kicked in before he could do anything major.”

“Very impressive.” Indy nuzzles his nose against mine. “Kit’s right. You are a little badass.”

“Thanks. It sucks that he’s gonna lose his job, but he can’t do shit like that. It could’ve been a bad situation if I didn’t know how to defend myself.”

Indy’s jaw twitched. “I’ll be following up with Oakley to make sure he does something to warn future clients or employers. He’s lucky I’m not looking to catch an assault charge today. I wanted to beat his ass.”

I run my hands down his chest, stretching my neck to nibble on his chin. “You’re sexy when you’re mad.”

Indy moans softly, rubbing his hands down my back. “Come over tonight.”

“Can’t. It’s my dad’s birthday and I promised my mom I’d be there for dinner and movie night.”

“Then come over tomorrow.”

“Why don’t you come to my place?”

Indy pulls his head back slightly. “Yeah?”

“We’d have some privacy.”

“That sounds good.” He leans in again, claiming my lips in a kiss that spreads through me like fire.

In seconds, we’re grinding together, and I wrap my legs around his waist to feel his hard cock pressing into me.

“God, I love your mouth,” he murmurs. “You taste like all my favorite things.”

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