Bull (Kings of Mayhem MC 6)

“I think Vader just fell in love with you,” came a deep, masculine voice.

I looked up from dumping the pile of torn paper in the trashcan, straight into a pair of bright blue eyes.

Bull.

I hadn’t noticed him walk in. Hadn’t seen him take up a spot under a giant picture of Henry Fonda in Easy Rider.

And just like that, my crazy pulse took off.

“Is it true?” he asked.

“Is what true?” I asked, trying to calm the craziness going off in my chest.

I glanced over to where Vader and Joker had been sitting, but now they were gone.

“You really dress up as Princess Leia and go to Comic-Con?”

I couldn’t help but grin. Even though I didn’t want to. Because a part of me, the immature and childish part, was angry at him for ignoring me the past week.

But I smiled anyway. Because Bull had that effect on you.

“Guilty as charged.” When he didn’t say anything, I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. The expression on his face making me hot and bothered. “You got something to say about that?”

A sexy-as-sin smile touched his lips. “I’m just picturing you dressed as Princess Leia. You still got your costume?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

The bright light of his eyes sent a searing heat through me.

“You might have to show me some time,” he said.

“I didn’t think the Kings of Mayhem were into costume parties.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of a private party…for two.”

His eyes fused to mine. My pulse roared in my ears. His look was pure sin. His words even more sinful. And the light in his eyes, it was predatory and so damn hot, I could feel the prickle of goose bumps on my skin as his gaze swept over me.

“And here I was thinking I was invisible to you.”

“Is that a fact?” he replied casually. “Why would you think that?”

“I guess since I’ve been working here all week, and this is the first time you’ve stopped and spoken to me.” I sounded more needy than I intended to and hated myself for it. So I busied myself with wiping down the bar, looking as if I didn’t have a care in the world. When he didn’t say anything, I looked up and saw the amusement tug at the corner of his full lips.

“You think I didn’t notice you every time I walked in?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Didn’t look that way to me.”

His eyebrow went up as he leaned in. “You think I didn’t notice how sexy you looked when you tipped your head back and laughed every time one of my brothers said something crazy to you?” He leaned in closer, his voice smooth and dangerous. “You think I didn’t get hard when I saw you bending over in those little shorts you wear?” I licked my lips and his voice dropped. “You think I haven’t fantasized about making you come a hundred different ways, just standing here now?”

His words had me rooted to the spot, and the dark carnal gleam in his mesmerizing eyes sent a quiver down my spine.

“Don’t think for one moment that I’m not wanting you,” he said huskily. “I have a ridiculously good poker face, but inside I’m dying to touch you.”

My throat went dry at the bluntness of his words, and I struggled to swallow as a pink flush spread over me.

A small smile twitched at the corner of his ludicrously beautiful mouth. He knew he was affecting me. And I hated that he did.

I needed to change the subject. And I needed to change it quick.

I raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to remind you that you’re my boss.”

His smile was cocky. “Your shift ended three minutes ago. You’re off the clock.”

I glanced at my watch. “Well, I’d better get going, then.”

He reached for my arm as I walked past him. His smile gone. His eyes serious. “I stay away for you. Not for me. But if you don’t want me to…you only need to say it.”

His hand was large, his touch warm and enticing, and looking into his eyes, I told myself I should run as far away from this man as possible.

Instead, I gave him a smile. “Don’t hold your breath waiting.”

And I walked away under the heat of his enticing gaze, the thrill of his words still quaking through my body.

Later, when Noah and I sat at the breakfast counter doing his homework, I thought about Bull and the things he said to me. The way he looked at me. The way he made me feel. The warmth. The attraction. The craving. In the future, I would have to be careful not to get caught under his spell. He knew I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.

He just didn’t know the real reason why I couldn’t give into it.