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“What are we talking about?”
I glance up at the new voice, andgood lord have mercy. There’s another Hale brother. While the twins have dark-brown hair and blue eyes, this one—Remington, I presume—sports jet-black locks and brown eyes that are just this side of broody.
“Phoenix is complaining about the inequality surrounding the wearing of jorts,” Helix informs him.
“Again?” the newcomer sighs before turning his attention to me, a flash of interest adding flecks of gold to his dark eyes. “And who might you be?”
Helix’s displeasure is evident in his cool voice. “She might be off-limits. This is Dr. Nicolette Bell, the lab manager for Hale Cosmetics.”
You didn’t think I was very off-limits two nights ago when you had me bent over a lab table, I want to tease, but I keep that to myself and hold out a hand to Remington.
“Please, call me Nicolette.”
He takes my hand and pumps it twice. “I’m Remington Hale, but you can call me Remi.”
“Or asshole,” Helix mutters.
“She wouldn’t be the first one,” Remi jokes. “Nicolette, it's a pleasure to meet you and to have you at our company. I’ve heard only good things about you.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
The oldest brother gives me a once-over with his brown eyes, so quick I almost miss it. “Can I get you something to drink? Beer? Cocktail? Wine?”
“No wine,” Helix and I say in unison before we crack up. He loops an arm around my shoulders and explains, “Nicolette tends to fall asleep after more than one glass of vino.”
The other two brothers regard his apparent familiarity, and they share a look that conveys a thousand words.Shit, they know.Helix seems to notice as well and separates himself by a step, letting his arm fall to his side.
The three of them are striking together. Dressed in Dragons’ gear and shorts—not jorts—they’re all big men, though Remi is about an inch taller than his brothers, while Helix is a bitbroader through the shoulders and chest than the other two. I’d venture to guess he has the dirtiest mouth as well.
You have the hottest cunt I’ve ever felt, baby.
The memory of Helix’s words from two nights ago hits me directly in the vag, and I shift from one foot to the other.
“Do you need me to show you where the restroom is?” he asks, obviously noting my discomfort, and I take the opportunity for a little space.
“Yes, the restroom. Definitely.”
I need that greedy little clit to quiver against my tongue as I lick you to paradise.
Crap, I need to banish Helix’s filthy words from my mind and stop this train of thought before it leaves the station. We agreed it would only be one night. Onevery hotnight that would forever be etched into my brain, but still.
I enter the lavish restroom and take a calming breath before doing my business and washing my hands. I thought finally having Helix would sate my needs, but it only seems to have cultivated them. Exponentially.
“All good?” he asks when I emerge, and I nod. “Let’s get a drink.”
There’s a small bar in the kitchen with an actual bartender on duty, and he greets us with a friendly smile. “What can I get you folks?”
“I’ll have a bloody mary. Spicy,” I request.
Helix nods. “I’ll have the same.”
A couple minutes later we both have our drinks in tall purple-tinted glasses with seasoned salt around the rim. “What are these?” I ask, inspecting two long green things poking up out of my glass.
“Pickled green beans,” he replies. “They’re really good.”
“Hmmm.” I slide one out, intrigued, and suck the juice off before it can drip on my shirt. When I notice the flare of Helix’snostrils as his eyes drop to my mouth, I shamelessly give the bean another very slow suck before biting off the tip.
The flavor is crisp, tangy, and a little bit spicy, but I barely have time to notice before a deep voice—that voice he used Thursday while giving me orders that had nothing to do with work—says, “Careful, queenie.”
