Page 32 of Cinder
His brow furrows. “Where did you say you lived?”
“I didn’t.” I pull my face from his grasp.
“You say he’s your boss?”
“Yes.”
“Then you need a new job.”
“Not a lot of jobs going when you never went to college and don’t have much experience.”
“We need help in the kitchen. You’re hired.”
Wait, what?
He’s offering me a job?
I take a step back. “Two minutes ago, you were giving me an inquisition. Now you’re hiring me?”
“I’ve got good instincts. I also have a complete intolerance to men who like to hit women. Give me his name and I’ll happily rearrange his face. I’d like to show him what happens to men who hit.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
But oh, how I would love to see Lars slam his fist into Luca’s face.Repeatedly.
“Then come work for the club,” he says.
My mind races.
This is good.
Working at the clubhouse would grant me more opportunities to find the book.
Maybe this is the miracle I needed to keep Luca from turning me over to Viktor and facing whatever hell he has waiting for me because I came home empty-handed. Surely, they will see the opportunities of me working inside the hallowed walls of the clubhouse.
“You’re not kidding about the job?” I ask.
Lars looks at me through a furrowed brow. “Can I trust you’ll show up Monday and do a good job?”
Thank God he didn’t ask if he could trust me, because I’m not a good liar.
No, you can’t trust me. My brother is going to force me to betray you.
But this is the lifeline I need, and I won’t blow it.
“I’ll be there. And I’ll work hard.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
I bite my lip. “About kissing you tonight… is that going to be a problem if I’m working for you?”
“Forget it ever happened.”
Which is a lot easier said than done. I can still feel the warmth of his lips on mine and the length of his cock beneath his jeans as I ground against him.
A wave of lust rolls through me, and before I can stop myself, I close the space between us and slam my lips to his. He resists at first but then pushes his big hands through my hair and kisses me back like he’s been lost in the desert and I’m a tall glass of water. It’s fierce and delicious, and I want to domore than just kiss, but I break it off before we get too carried away.
I take a step away from him.
