“Okay. I’ll see if I can get the time off.”
“That going to go over okay, asking to go away with me after everything?”
Her fuckable mouth tips up in a wicked grin. “Soon find out, won’t we?”
CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
Lo
With a sous chef out of commission, a rowdy work party, and two separate birthday celebrations, it’s unusually busy for a Wednesday. Art closes the doors and hangs the Black Sombrero in the window, signifying we’re finally closed for the night.
He turns that devilishly handsome face to me and grins. “Alone at last.”
I glance back at the bills I’m counting so I won’t lose my place. “Looks like.”
“Have a drink with me, mi corazón.”
I shake my head. “I’m working.”
He brushes my hair off my shoulder and lays a kiss against my neck. “Your boss won’t mind.”
“Oh, but I think he will. He’s very mean.”
He slides his hand around my waist and over the curve of my hip. “Is that so?”
“Mmhmm.” I run my hands up behind his neck as he continues kissing the sweep of my shoulder and collarbone and then down my breast. My chest rises and falls rapidly in time with my pulse, and when he slips his hands between my legs, I lean my head against his chest and let him tease my clit. “How mean?”
“So, so mean,” I pant, arching into him.
His deep chuckle sends shivers over my spine as he pulls his hands free of my panties and shoves them into his mouth. My own lips form a stunned little “O.”
“Fine. Finish counting your tips, and when you’re done, I’m going to taste you on my bar.”
I giggle. “I’m not sure that’s sanitary, Mr. Mendoza. What would the health inspector say?”
“He’d probably take one look at your hot little pussy spread across my bar and congratulate me.”
I chuckle darkly. Inwardly though, fire courses through my veins and my pussy throbs with need.
Art turns off the bright overheads as I separate the tips into two piles, and bag up the money from the rest of the register. I hand them off to him as he slides a shot across the bar to me. I smile and lift the shot glass to my lips, downing the expensive smooth tequila and whining a little as it burns its way down.
Arturo laughs. “No puedes manejar tu licor, mi amor.”
I frown. “I’m going to have to learn Spanish now, aren’t I?”
“I said, ‘you cannot handle your liquor.’ But I must confess, I like the idea of my native language on your tongue.” He kisses my shoulder and then whispers, “Especially if you’re screaming it.”
“Will you teach me all the dirty words?”
“Of course. Will you let me fuck you now?”
As tempting as that sounds, I haven’t forgotten about Gabe’s request. I press my hands against Art’s chest and put a little breathing room between us. “Soon, but I wanted to ask you about something.”
“I’m listening.”
“Well, I know it’s short notice, but ...” I grimace. “Is there any chance I can have the weekend off?”
He arches his brows. “This weekend?”