Page 3 of Minotaur Bar (Minotaur Bar #1)
“Fuck! I’m coming!!!!”
I huff as my hooves stomp across the kitchen floor to the back door. I throw it open, narrowly missing Justin as he laughs out loud.
“You sleeping, Havoc?”
he asks, not a care in the world. I growl deeply, watching his jovial face.
“Did we have an appointment I forgot about? I thought I was meeting with your daughter tomorrow, but I don’t remember us scheduling anything today,”
I say groggily, rubbing my eyes.
“No, we didn’t. I just thought I’d bring Tess over early and introduce you two,”
he replies as I freeze.
I slowly remove my hands from my eyes and look behind Justin to see a fucking gorgeous female standing behind him. I swallow thickly, throwing the crop top in my hands over my head. It gets momentarily caught on the right side of my horns, making me even more aggravated as we study each other. She’s tall, has meat on her bones, wide hips and stunning tits. Her tummy sits cradled in her cut-off shorts, the soft cushion making me hard in my pants. The way I love a thick woman. She’s got both her hands in her back pockets, her elbows and breasts pushed out as she assesses me just as curiously. Her hair is split down the middle, one half her natural brown, the other side a bright, unnatural red that I instantly know will be a hit with the patrons. She’s looking at me with an arched brow, her red painted lips pursed as she eyes my own stomach.
“Tess,”
I growl, my tone heated as I taste her name on my pierced tongue. I can’t fucking think of anything else to say that won’t push my half-chub into a full-blown boner.
“That’s me,”
she replies casually, moving from one foot to the other, her hips swiveling in the process. She’s got black fishnets on under her shorts, black platform Docs adorning her feet. Fuck, I want her in nothing else but those tights and boots, dancing on my fucking cock. Cash was right, I’m going to be fighting thinking with my damn dick this entire interview. Fuck me.
“Heard you need another bar tender.”
“I’m in the market,”
I nonchalantly throw back.
“You ever tend bar for a house full of minotaurs?”
I ask, knowing the answer.
“Men are basically monsters, wouldn’t you agree?”
she counters as I snort, liking her sass.
“They’re a different kind of monster, red. But they wish they were as gifted as us bulls,”
I assure her.
“They are covetous,”
Tess challenges, her eyes hungrily raking over my stomach once more.
“Again, they don’t hold a candle to my kind. Come in,”
I grunt, holding the door open for her and her dad.
“I’ll wait in the truck,”
Justin says with a wink as I narrow my eyes at him. He’s leaving me alone with his stunning, sarcastic daughter? Bad choice.
“Uh huh,”
I reply as he saunters off and Tess walks confidently through the back door.
“Don’t be a perve and watch my ass. You’re now my boss and I’m off limits,”
she chides as she turns and smiles evilly over her shoulder. Fuck me. The way I want to grab her mouth and spit inside those perfect lips for talking to me that way.
“Oh, yeah? Think you have a job already, do you?”
I shut the door and try not to allow my eyes to linger over her perfect, plump body.
“What do you want to see from me?”
she presses, watching my face intently. Fuck, I want to answer her face down in my bed with her hips in the air.
“Look, skill behind the bar is important. That’s something I’d rather test during a trial shift, when it’s busy and we have a packed house.”
She nods, agreeing.
“I’m more worried about what you’re going to do to handle the bulls that frequent this establishment. The human females we employed in the past couldn’t take the minotaurs. They’re rough, rude and rowdy.”
“Three of my favorite R’s,”
she says, cocking her head.
“You think I’m not aware of that?”
“I don’t know what you’re aware of, red. A lot of lies are told during interviews to get the job,” I say.
“True. I see your point. Hit me with something then. Give me a scenario,”
she says with a smile.
“You wanna role play?”
I ask gruffly as she shrugs.
“I’m into kinky shit,”
she says cheekily, making me rumble with a growl.
“Careful, red. Don’t be calling me a perve then dangling talk of kinks over my head without thinking I won’t match your freak.”
Her thighs clench together as my eyes rove them shamelessly. She sucks in a light breath, her tits jiggling from the movement.
“Fair enough,”
she breathes softly.
“Sorry, sir,”
she teases, a dark look coming over her features.
She clasps her hands behind her back as she swivels her body, her shoulders pushed back with her chest pushed out.
I know she isn’t wearing a push-up bra.
She’s just got that much to work with. Tess’s shirt hugs her breasts and the soft rolls below them, making it impossible not to notice them.
“Red, I swear to the gods you’re playing with fire,”
I warn her. My cock is screaming at me to rut the fuck out of her. Every instinct inside of me is wanting to plow my way through this busty, smart-mouthed human.
“Mmm, poor baby. From this vantage point, it seems as though you can’t handle me. The poor, incapable human woman,”
she says, emphasizing the end of her statement as her eyes darken in a new way. The lust is gone and she’s staring me down with confidence.
“Fuck. Well played,”
I say with a nod of my head.
“Tonight. Nine. Your trial shift. You’ll be working alongside Cash. He’s my lead bartender.”
“Nine. Cash. Cool. See you then,”
she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder and walking out of my bar with an air of ownership only I strut around with in this place.
“Fuck me,”
I rumble when she’s gone.
“I’m in trouble.”