“What’s up, Cody?” Chris’s crystal blue eyes met Nic’s briefly before turning to his boss. The big man let out a yelp when Ian, the newest and equally hot bartender, walked by and pinched him.
“Niccy wants to get tied to the bedpost.”
He said it. Slipped it right in to everyday conversation like it was nothing. Nothing! And then it clicked. She knew what Cody was doing. Everything was happening just as Lisa described her first introduction to Jonathan. All the way down to Cody recommending a drink and then…
She whirled on Cody. “Tie me to the bedpost?” She looked at the bartender out of the corner of her eye. He was tall, taller than her, but that didn’t say much considering her being barely five feet. But damn, those blue eyes, blond hair and sun-kissed tan got her tingly all over. His pale Irish lover wasn’t all that bad either. She whispered to the man next to her. “You couldn’t be the tiniest bit subtle? Just a little?”
“That was subtle.” And then he smirked. Smirked! The bastard. If he wasn’t a big bad vamp and a good friend, she’d kick him. He leaned close and the temptation to at least smack him rose as he whispered in her ear. “I could have told him to get you a page 156, but since that drink doesn’t exist, I thought I was being pretty damned subtle by ordering you a Tie Me to the Bedpost.”
If she could have, she would have paled. As it was, she felt all of the blood drain from her face and take up residence in her feet. Oh. Shit. Cody had most definitely let Chris in on her fantasies, and since she knew Chris and Ian were sort of a ‘thing’, she wondered if maybe he’d talked to both of them.
The floor could open up and swallow her at any minute. Now would be good. Instead, Chris smiled–a genuine smile similar to all the others he’d bestowed upon her whenever she and her friends came in and she felt a tiny glimmer of hope flicker. Maybe Cody hadn’t said anything…
“Hey Ian,” Chris’s voice rose above the crowd to call to the other man. “We’ve got one lady who’d like to be tied to the bedpost. Think I may need your help with this one.” At Ian’s glaring smile, Chris turned his attention back to her. The ass. “Anything else for ya?”
In for a penny, in for two hundred pounds. “Sure. I’ll take a Slow Screw and a Screaming Orgasm as well.”
“Fuzzy Screw?” Chris clarified.
“Nah. I’m not big on fuzz.” She tried to avoid his eyes and the mischief she saw there, but she couldn’t. The whole sexual banter thing didn’t go over well with Nic since she wasn’t that sexually experienced. The extent of her knowledge extended to being deflowered by her current long-term boyfriend, and the books she read. And her favorite book was currently in Cody’s custody so she couldn’t even read that.
Minutes later, Chris had her drink orders mixed and Cody helped her get them to her table. Sanctuary. At least with Ro and Sharon with her, she couldn’t get into any trouble. She hoped.