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Mine? Shut that shit down right the fuck now.
“Hey,” Chris said with a friendly smile as he walked toward her.
“Get back to work,” I snapped at the male workers who were staring at her. If I hadn’t been feeling so damn possessive, I might have understood. But I wasn’t thinking with total reason, so my expression was ugly as I looked around at my crew. They jumped at my harsh tone and got busy real fast.
I wasn’t an ogre of a boss, but nobody wanted to piss off a fucking Iron Rogue.
Two of the women on my team were snickering as they glanced around at the guys while they kept working. The third was staring at our visitor with a similar expression as the men. She probably thought I wouldn’t notice her continued attention, but I knew my crew well. When her eyes darted my way, she saw me watching her with a frown and a raised eyebrow. A blush stained her cheeks, and she grinned sheepishly at me before hurrying to get back to the task she’d been working on.
If I hadn’t been so consumed with jealousy and lust, I might have cracked a smile.
I stalked toward the woman, reaching her just before Chris. Turning my glare on him, I rasped, “I got this.”
I didn’t want to frighten her by snarling at my foreman, so I put a lot of effort into keeping my tone level.
“Sure, boss,” Chris mumbled with a straight face, but I didn’t miss the amused twinkle in his eyes as he turned and walked away.
“Um, you must be Dean Cassidy,” she breathed in a sweet, seductive voice that sent my desire into overdrive. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to hear her calling my name while I drove deep inside her.
“That’s me,” I replied in a low voice.
She smiled, and I cocked my head as I studied her face. She looked almost as though she knew me, but since we’d never met, I dismissed the thought.
“Hi. I’m Rhiannon. I brought your order from In Bloom.”
Son of a bitch.
This was Rhiannon? The girl who worked for Harvey. The one who was way too fucking young for me. Damn, I had to be more than a decade older than her.
But fuck, she had the body of a woman, and despite the clear innocence in her eyes, there was a sensual streak that made me want to teach her sinful things.
My train of thought was derailed when I caught her staring at my chest with heat in her brown depths. Her eyes swept over my muscles, lingering on the tattoo of my club’s logo on my pec. Then her gaze swept down my arm to the snake tattoo wrapped around it. Her tongue darted out for just a moment to lick her pink lips, and I nearly groaned.
That was all it took for me to decide that fighting was pointless. There was no doubt in my mind that this girl was meant for me.
“Viper,” Chris muttered, his tone full of apology.
My eyes were still locked with Rhiannon’s, and I didn’t bother to turn my head when I growled, “What?”
He sighed. “Porter Grant is on his way. He wants to look at the specs for the pool again.”
“Son of a bitch,” I grunted and ran my hands through my hair. “Five minutes.”
“Viper?” Rhiannon asked softly. Then her eyes dropped to the tattoo on my chest again, and her cheeks turned pink. “I’m sorry, I forgot. I probably should have called you that.”
I shook my head and reached out to run a finger along her jaw. “Dean, baby.”
Chris let out a little whistle, and I finally broke Rhiannon’s gaze to glare at my friend.
He smirked and headed in another direction.
“Oh, but other people?—”
Turning back to my woman, I put the same finger over her lips and gave her a stern look. “Doesn’t matter what anyone else calls me, Rhiannon. I’m Dean to you.”
The pink on her cheeks turned crimson, and she smiled sweetly. “Okay.”
“What time do you get off tonight, baby?”
