Catnipped

by Olivia Myers

  Several of the regulars even got in on the fun. Buz, the white-haired old biker that came in almost every night, had taken to shouting, “Get a room!” at them when they got going. Duke would usually flip him the bird and then tip his head toward the back hall.

  “Got a room right back there, if you think you can handle it, Blondie.”

  That always caused a flare of irritation and Duke knew it, though she doubted he knew exactly why. The truth was, the teasing nickname reminded her of that first day, and the way he moaned ‘Lexi’ against her neck when he came.

  It had become automatic for her to reply, “Keep dreaming, boss,” and try to repress her smile as he shot back, “Every night, Blondie. Every night.”

  Of course, that was on the good nights, when they were joking and picking at each other. But the more time stretched between them and that first night, the more tense they both became. Lexi didn’t think it was just the bubbling heat between them keeping Duke on edge, though.

  She heard him cursing to himself while he was back in the office doing paperwork. She’d offered to help because she was getting her degree in Business Administration, after all, but he’d waved her off. She wanted to ask what was wrong, but that felt like a step too far.

  Besides, she was trying to distance herself from him.

  No repeats, she reminded herself every night as he told her to ‘get the lead out and serve some drinks for Christ’s sake,’ or rested a hand on her hip as he maneuvered around her in the supply closet after closing.

  He didn’t try to grab her or kiss her though. He wasn’t pushy. Lexi almost wished he would be, because then she could get good and angry at him and then maybe she wouldn’t think about how it had felt when he drove into her.

  After a month of that torture, she’d gotten desperate. She’d known it wasn’t a great idea to sit on Luca’s knee, but the leanly muscled Italian biker was gorgeous enough to be an underwear model if you overlooked the slightly crooked teeth and prison tats. He was a motorcycle mechanic and had a great laugh and was exactly the kind of guy Lexi would enjoy having in her bed for a night and then never seeing again.

  Except he did nothing for her, even when he leaned down and drunkenly whispered in her ear what he wanted to do to her. Several of them were wonderfully filthy and normally would have had her all aquiver. But she hadn’t felt so much as a single flutter in weeks that wasn’t caused by her stubborn, scowling boss.

  The stubborn, scowling boss who proceeded to toss Luca out on his ear for ‘manhandling the waitstaff.’ And damn it if seeing Duke’s muscles bulge as he hefted the smaller man out into the parking lot hadn’t made her mouth water and her thighs shake.

  Which was maddening, because it wasn’t the last time. In fact, it became pretty common over the last several weeks, seeing as Duke seemed to take exception any time he felt one of the customers was getting too handsy with her… or she was being too friendly with them.

  Hot or not, she wasn’t about to let him keep it up. When he came back in from tossing a huge, three hundred and fifty pound bruiser out on his face in the gravel parking lot, Lexi cornered him behind the bar. He raised both brows and wiped at the thin rivulet of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth where he’d caught a stray elbow.

  Lexi balled up her fist and socked him in the shoulder. It hurt her hand, but helped some of the twisting in her stomach calm down.

  “Knock it the fuck off, Duke.”

  “What?” His tongue poked against his cheek and he winced. Some young, shaggy haired guy whose cut was brand spanking new raised his hand for another beer, but subsided when Lexi shot him a glare.

  She turned the fierce look back on her boss. “Don’t ‘what’ me, mister. You know exactly what I’m talking about. You can’t keep kicking out every guy that makes a pass at me. For one thing, if you keep it up you’re going to run out of customers, and it’s not like you’ve got that many to begin with.”

  “It’s my bar. I get to decide who’s allowed in and who isn’t.”

  “And no one’s allowed in who hits on me, is that it?”

  A muscle in his jaw jumped, but she plowed ahead, leaning in and poking her finger into his chest.

  “The bar may be yours, but I’m not! Trust me, if someone crosses a line with me, I will either let you know or take care of it myself, but you have no right to go all caveman on someone just because I bat my eyelashes at them. Got it?”

  She was panting by the time she finished. Duke crossed his arms. His voice was low when he replied. “I’m just trying to protect you, Lex. A lot of these guys are bad news. Not all of them, but… It might be innocent eyelash batting to you, but some of them have records for not taking ‘no’ for an answer. I know which ones are which. You don’t.”

  Lexi blew out a breath. She knew he had a point, as much as she didn’t want to admit it. At least, he had part of a point.

  “Maybe so. And if that’s the case, you need to talk to me and tell me who I should be careful around. I will listen. But don’t try and tell me that you threw Luca out because you thought he might try and take what wasn’t offered. Or Justin. Or Tex.”

  The muscle twitched in his jaw again. The one that meant he was clenching his teeth.

  “You can’t, because that wasn’t about wanting to protect me. That was about wanting to own me. And I’m not a possession, Duke. I won’t ever be any man’s possession. That’s why I don’t do repeats or relationships. I thought I made that clear.”

  Duke stared down at her, the expression in his dark eyes unreadable. After a long moment filled only with the noise of the bar, pool balls and laughter and old school rock and roll, he exhaled heavily through his nose.

  “You’re right. You did. And I apologize. I was out of line. From now on, the only time I’ll crack a head is if I have to break up a fight…or you ask me to.”

  Lexi chewed her lip, surprised at the sincere words. She opened her mouth, unsure what to say but feeling like she should say something, but Duke cut her off.

  “Let me make it up to you. The gym on Orchard has a climbing wall. Meet me there Tuesday after your last class and I’ll show you how to climb.”

  That stopped her. They’d talked about him teaching her how to climb several times, but she’d always figured it was one of those throw away, ‘sure, sure, let’s totally do that’ type agreements people did when they didn’t really mean it.

  “This isn’t some ploy to get me out on a date?” Normally, Lexi would hardly count learning to rock climb as a date, but considering the reaction she still had every time she got a glimpse of that picture on Duke’s office wall she figured it was a fair question.

  Duke’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Startled was kind of an adorable look on him.

  “No! I just…you said you wanted to learn. But if you’d rather not, I’ll make it up to you another way. You can cut out early tonight and I’ll clean up or… something.”

  She patted his bulging bicep. “Relax, boss. Rock climbing Tuesday afternoon it is.”

  ***

  Rock climbing with Lexi had been a terrible idea. Duke bit back another groan as she leaned into him, warm and strong and smelling faintly of coconuts and sweat. He’d tried just instructing her from the ground, coaching her where to put her feet, which grips to try for, but it hadn’t gone well. For the first half an hour, she barely made it a few feet up the wall before falling.

  She wasn’t afraid to fall, at least. She trusted the harness and auto belay device. She just hadn’t yet figured out the rhythm to climbing, how to grip and reach, grip and reach. Her body wasn’t used to the movement.

  He’d finally given up watching (as if seeing her ass in the tight black leggings wasn’t torture enough) and climbed up with the auto belay device to instruct her hands-on. Now, he was reduced to desperately calculating times tables in his head to keep his mind off the feel of Lexi’s body. Despite that, he was still half hard. They were both just pretending he wasn’t.

 
“Here, now make sure your grip is tight and swing your right leg up to that blue peg.”

  “Right foot blue, got it. Like some sadistic form of adult Twister.”

  She chuckled lightly, but the image her words conjured up nearly made Duke swear out loud. Was she trying to kill him?

  He’d meant it when he said the offer was strictly platonic, an olive branch to make up for his bullshit alpha male behavior of the last few weeks. Lexi had never led him on or made any promises. In fact, she’d done just the opposite. The fact that he hated the thought of any other man touching her was his problem and he had no right to make it hers.

  But he hadn’t thought through what often went into teaching another person something physical like rock climbing. In order to show her where it was best to place her hands and feet, he had to climb up behind her. They’d spent most of the last forty-five minutes pressed together from shoulder to groin.

  “Ha! I did it!”

  Lexi’s triumphant shout thankfully pulled his attention from the feel of her ass brushing his erection. Glancing up, he saw they were nearly at the top of the wall. Both of them were drenched in sweat. Not that this was a particularly difficult climb for him, but being this close to Lexi got his blood boiling, just like always.

  “Great! Now… hmmm. Let’s see. Why don’t you try left hand, yellow?”

  She snickered. “Which yellow? Oh. Okay, got it.”

  It would have been easier if she had turned out to be the rich bitch he’d thought she was when she first showed up at Shotguns. Then he could have written her off as a hot fuck and moved on. Not that she wasn’t a hot fuck. She was the hottest, actually. Duke hadn’t ever gotten that worked up by another woman. He’d never had fantasies about tying a woman up, either, but seeing her wrists wrapped up in his climbing rope had… well, it had just done it for him. He’d nearly drilled her into the wall.

  Right afterwards, he’d been a bit aghast at himself. He’d never done anything like that before in his life. He wanted to do it again.

  But Lexi didn’t do repeats. And God help him, but he didn’t want to do it with anyone else.

  As he helped guide her up the last few feet of wall, he tried to reason that out. He understood her reluctance. They talked while they cleaned during down time at work and she’d told him a little about her mother and stepfather.

  Personally, Duke thought she was taking the ‘I refuse to belong to anyone’ thing a bit far, but he could understand her wanting to stay single at least until she finished college (she had one more semester), got a job, and could stand on her own two feet. He respected her for it, even. That didn’t mean he had to like it.

  After one or two attempts to convince her of the folly of her ways with sound reasoning, he’d given up. It only pissed her off. And while Duke found pissed off Lexi hot, he didn’t like it when she was genuinely upset with him. Instead, he’d taken to teasing her about giving him another shot. That worked much better.

  Even though she never took any of his offers, she teased back. Things had been going well, he’d thought.

  Until he’d screwed it all up by getting jealous. The first time, with Luca, he’d reacted without thinking. When he’d seen the pinched look on her face, her normally plush lips pursed, he’d known he’d fucked up. He’d expected her to explode, but she hadn’t.

  Not until Sunday night when she’d called him out for treating her like his possession.

  Duke wanted to blame it on stress. Bills were piling up and he’d been staying awake until all hours after the bar was closed to try and find ways to cut costs and bring in more revenue. Shotguns had a steady stream of customers, but they mostly ordered cheap beer and well liquor. He earned enough to cover his overhead and pay the mortgage on his little ranch house at the edge of town. Or he used to.

  He really should have called the cops on Barb. He still wasn’t sure how much she’d stolen from him over the two years she worked there, but he figured it had to be somewhere in the thousands. Maybe tens of thousands. It had been a slow leak, gradual enough that he’d just thought business was dropping off. He’d gotten behind on payments to his vendors and mortgage payments and had to borrow against his credit.

  Getting rid of Barb had helped, but it was looking more and more like the damage was already done.

  “Oh my god! That was incredible!”

  Duke couldn’t help but smile at the breathless squeal Lexi gave as she finished pulling herself up on top of the wall. He climbed up beside her, grateful for the distraction.

  “I told you that you’d love it.”

  Lexi bumped her bare shoulder against his, her breathing still a little ragged. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head, boss. You’re still mostly a moron.”

  “Careful. Don’t forget I know seventeen ways to kill a man with my thumb.” He flicked her thigh, hard. She rubbed the spot but rolled her eyes at the bad joke.

  “I’m so scared.”

  She gave a gratifying shriek that earned them both a scowl from one of the trainers when he made a lunge as if he was going to toss her off the top of the wall. Hearing her laugh and threaten to stab him with the fruit knife one night when he was least expecting it was worth it though.

  Maybe taking her rock climbing hadn’t been such a bad idea after all. She’d forgiven him for being a ‘total Neanderthal,’ anyway, and surely with the two of them busting their asses, things at Shotguns were bound to get better.

  Of course, that sentiment came back to bite him in the ass not two days later. It was slow even for a Thursday night, so he’d left Lexi up front to handle the handful of customers while he once again ensconced himself in mountains of paperwork to try and figure out how to dig himself out of this mess.

  A headache pounded behind his left eye as he stared down at the columns of black numbers until they went all blurry and squiggly.

  “Hey, you can’t just go back there!”

  Lexi’s voice raised in outrage was a sound he was familiar with after nearly three months working together, but it was usually aimed at him. He glanced up as his office door was yanked open. At the sight of his CPA Marcus, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

  “Sorry, boss. I tried to tell this asshat you’re busy, but he’s apparently really important.” She had her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes when she caught his gaze. Duke had the sudden urge to scoop her into his arms and kiss her senseless.

  Knowing that would go over like a lead balloon, he shook his head and smiled at her instead. He was going to ask her to get them a drink, which would probably get a sarcastic response, but he did enjoy those from her. Before he could open his mouth, Marcus flopped down into the slightly rickety chair Lexi had placed in front of his desk so she could pester him while he did his ordering.

  “You’ve been ignoring my calls, Duke. You can’t make this problem go away just by pretending it doesn’t exist.”

  Marcus was an old friend, but at the moment Duke wanted to punch him in his narrow face. Right on cue, Lexi crossed her arms and frowned at him.

  “What problem?”

  “I’m not going to discuss —”

  Lexi cut Marcus off with a slice of her hand. “Not talking to you, buddy.”

  Duke couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on Marcus’s face. It drifted off into nothing a moment later, however, when Lexi turned her narrowed blue eyes on him.

  “Problem?”

  He dropped his forehead into his palms and pressed the heels of his hands against his tired eyes. “Go ahead and tell her, Marc.”

  After a pointedly silent moment that conveyed he wasn’t at all sure about what he was about to do, Marcus outlined the financial situation Duke was in. He spelled it out pretty clearly. Either he thought Lexi was stupid, or Duke was. Probably the latter.

  She didn’t speak the entire time. When Marcus finished, she stalked across the room, balled up her little fist, and socked him in the shoulder. Hard. He’d been expecting it, but it still hurt.

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  Marcus sputtered a laugh, but Duke just rubbed his sore shoulder. “Don’t you have some customers to serve?” He knew he was grumbling, but he was tired and his head hurt.

  “Two more months. Were you going to tell me or just let me show up to work one day and find an OUT OF BUSINESS sign on the door?”

  “Lex…”

  She hissed at him. “No. I’m not speaking to you right now. And you!” She pointed a buffed nail at Marcus. “I want to see everything.”

  Marcus opened his mouth, obviously to protest. Duke sighed.

  “Give her whatever she wants, Marc. She won’t shut up until you do.”

  “Oh, fuck you, boss.”

  “Any time, Blondie,” he replied with half a smile.

  ***

  Lexi was in big trouble. She rubbed her tired, gritty eyes and tried to think her way out of it. It was all she’d been doing for the better part of the last two weeks.

  Damn him. Damn him and his stupid furrowed brow and his surly attitude and sexy scowl and sculpted lips. Damn his amused snort and his crooked smile and his big, capable hands. Damn him for apologizing when he was wrong and admitting his bad behavior and making the effort to correct it. Damn him for teaching her rock climbing with patience and restraint when he could have tried to take advantage. Damn him for making her laugh and for making her angry and for making her care and for making her want to have someone belong to just her… and for making her want to belong to him.

  Most of all damn him for that last one.

  And damn Marcus the scrawny CPA too, while she was at it. It hadn’t been easy to keep her hands off Duke, to keep their relationship firmly in the “boss/employee who are also friends (and had sex that one time)” category, but she’d been managing. And then Marcus had barged into Duke’s office and spilled the beans about the fate of the bar, and now…

  Now, she was spending all her free time on the computer, making phone calls, researching, and even grilling her professors. Trying to find a way to save Shotguns. And despite what she’d been telling herself, it wasn’t because she didn’t want to lose a good job.