Biting Serendipity: April Fools For Love (Biting Love Short Bites Book 4) by Mary Hughes Page A
Authors: Mary Hughes
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partners, too.”
With a grimace, he glanced away and shrugged. “It’s not like we have a choice.” His gaze came back to me, and his sexy mouth eased into a small smile. “Besides, sometimes two wrongs do make a right.”
“And two Wrights make an airplane.” What can I say? My granny told me all the groaner Dad jokes when I was little, and I absorbed them.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I couldn’t believe I’d just regaled Thorvald Thorsson, deadly vampire and hyperhot male, with a Dad joke. “Thinking out loud. We’ll need to plan.”
Camille sailed into the backroom at that moment. “Not on the job, you don’t. Get to work.”
I jerked like a guilty school kid before I realized she was scolding us for doing something she’d ordered. “But you told us to do this—”
“And now I’m telling you to get to work. You have a problem with that, employee?”
“Right away, boss.” I grabbed my tray, bussed my friends’ half-empty glasses and pitcher, and took off like a fighter jet.
“Sexy,” she called after me. “Fun!”
“ And, ” I muttered. “Don’t forget the And.”
I worked like a furious badger until closing. No, something more Sexy And Fun. A furious fox? Doesn’t matter. I was annoyed with Camille, the webcam, Jenny, Thor, and most of all, myself, but I took it out on my feet and tray, pounding both with work. I even told Jenny I’d do her cleanup alone. Added benefit, if I didn’t walk her home she wouldn’t somehow be influenced into bad behavior.
By the time I put on my coat to go home, my feet were aching, and I couldn’t wait to get into a hot bath. I stumbled toward the exit.
Thor stood by the door, leaning against the jamb with his boots and arms crossed, all casual male muscle, a pose that made him look like an ad for actually wanting a four hour erection.
My libido picked up, but I was still dog tired. “What?”
“You said we need to plan our gag.”
I groaned. I almost argued to wait for morning, but two things stopped me. First, midnight had passed, it was April first and my time was up. Second, well, vampire and morning sunrise was probably not the best combo.
He surprised me by saying, “We could meet for coffee after you got some sleep. But I thought you might want to get this over with. Buy you a beer?”
I took off my coat. “Fine. Sure.”
He pushed away from the jamb with a shrug of shoulder that made my belly clench, uh, and sauntered behind the bar. His muscular glutes, squeezing and releasing as he moved, drew my eyes like I was wearing suction cup contacts. Swallowing hard, my gaze stayed soldered to his backside until he turned to work the tapper and his behind turned with him. I jerked my eyes up, embarrassed that I’d let myself get distracted by a man’s backside, no matter how tongue-worthy—only to see him gazing at me, that blond brow arched in a clear Busted .
Cheeks heating, I dropped my coat on a table and slid onto a chair. The tables were the tall, plant-stand-size kind, with matching tall chair-stools. I idly spun around on the chair while I waited. What the hell. Jenny was gone. Nobody around for whom I needed to be adult.
Thor brought over two balloon goblets of beer. The glasses were hand-painted with scenes from various Corners tourist shops: Caffeine Café, Fudgy Delight, and Deli Delight. I stopped spinning, rested my feet on the top rung of the stool, grabbed the glass, and drank half down. The tart effervescence rasped my esophagus, in a good way, but I winced. “Ah.”
“Hurts so good?”
I cracked an eye. “Something like. My feet ache. I’m allowed.”
He tsked and set down his own half-empty beer. “Why didn’t you say something?” He slid smoothly from his stool and drew it around the table toward me. “Foot. Here.” He pointed at the seat.
“Why?”
“You’d argue with the Grim Reaper. Because I said so. It’s something nice. Don’t you trust me?”
“Well…” To my surprise, I did trust him.
With a grimace, he glanced away and shrugged. “It’s not like we have a choice.” His gaze came back to me, and his sexy mouth eased into a small smile. “Besides, sometimes two wrongs do make a right.”
“And two Wrights make an airplane.” What can I say? My granny told me all the groaner Dad jokes when I was little, and I absorbed them.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I couldn’t believe I’d just regaled Thorvald Thorsson, deadly vampire and hyperhot male, with a Dad joke. “Thinking out loud. We’ll need to plan.”
Camille sailed into the backroom at that moment. “Not on the job, you don’t. Get to work.”
I jerked like a guilty school kid before I realized she was scolding us for doing something she’d ordered. “But you told us to do this—”
“And now I’m telling you to get to work. You have a problem with that, employee?”
“Right away, boss.” I grabbed my tray, bussed my friends’ half-empty glasses and pitcher, and took off like a fighter jet.
“Sexy,” she called after me. “Fun!”
“ And, ” I muttered. “Don’t forget the And.”
I worked like a furious badger until closing. No, something more Sexy And Fun. A furious fox? Doesn’t matter. I was annoyed with Camille, the webcam, Jenny, Thor, and most of all, myself, but I took it out on my feet and tray, pounding both with work. I even told Jenny I’d do her cleanup alone. Added benefit, if I didn’t walk her home she wouldn’t somehow be influenced into bad behavior.
By the time I put on my coat to go home, my feet were aching, and I couldn’t wait to get into a hot bath. I stumbled toward the exit.
Thor stood by the door, leaning against the jamb with his boots and arms crossed, all casual male muscle, a pose that made him look like an ad for actually wanting a four hour erection.
My libido picked up, but I was still dog tired. “What?”
“You said we need to plan our gag.”
I groaned. I almost argued to wait for morning, but two things stopped me. First, midnight had passed, it was April first and my time was up. Second, well, vampire and morning sunrise was probably not the best combo.
He surprised me by saying, “We could meet for coffee after you got some sleep. But I thought you might want to get this over with. Buy you a beer?”
I took off my coat. “Fine. Sure.”
He pushed away from the jamb with a shrug of shoulder that made my belly clench, uh, and sauntered behind the bar. His muscular glutes, squeezing and releasing as he moved, drew my eyes like I was wearing suction cup contacts. Swallowing hard, my gaze stayed soldered to his backside until he turned to work the tapper and his behind turned with him. I jerked my eyes up, embarrassed that I’d let myself get distracted by a man’s backside, no matter how tongue-worthy—only to see him gazing at me, that blond brow arched in a clear Busted .
Cheeks heating, I dropped my coat on a table and slid onto a chair. The tables were the tall, plant-stand-size kind, with matching tall chair-stools. I idly spun around on the chair while I waited. What the hell. Jenny was gone. Nobody around for whom I needed to be adult.
Thor brought over two balloon goblets of beer. The glasses were hand-painted with scenes from various Corners tourist shops: Caffeine Café, Fudgy Delight, and Deli Delight. I stopped spinning, rested my feet on the top rung of the stool, grabbed the glass, and drank half down. The tart effervescence rasped my esophagus, in a good way, but I winced. “Ah.”
“Hurts so good?”
I cracked an eye. “Something like. My feet ache. I’m allowed.”
He tsked and set down his own half-empty beer. “Why didn’t you say something?” He slid smoothly from his stool and drew it around the table toward me. “Foot. Here.” He pointed at the seat.
“Why?”
“You’d argue with the Grim Reaper. Because I said so. It’s something nice. Don’t you trust me?”
“Well…” To my surprise, I did trust him.
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