“Hi,” I tell them, smiling. The tension has left the room. It’s weird, but I feel safe with these guys. They’re pretty darn sexy, too. The dark haired one – Domino – is just the kind of guy I normally fall for, and there’s something about Gemini’s quiet control that makes me shiver with attraction. “Can I get you boys a drink? It’s on me. Just a thank you for fixing things up.”

Both men eye me. “Beer for me, whatever microbrew you have on hand,” Gemini says. 

“Jack and coke,” says Domino.

“Coming right up,” I tell them, and put in the order at the bar. Then, I make the rounds at my tables again. By the time the drinks are up, I’ve relaxed a bit and I smile broadly at them when I set the drinks down. “Can I get you boys anything else?”

They exchange a look. “What time do you get off, sugar?” Domino asks.

Is that the invitation I think it is? I blink, glance back at the blond – Gemini. But he’s just gazing at me, easy as could be. As if his buddy isn’t picking me up right after Gemini’s declared his intentions to the entire room. I’m flustered and not sure how to respond. Is this a test? Should I turn Domino down? “I, um, I don’t know. Later, whenever the bar clears out a bit.”

“I don’t think she knows anything about the Butchers, Gem,” says Domino. There is an amused grin on his face. “Look at how scared she is of pissin’ one of us off.”

A lazy smile crosses Gemini’s face and he tilts his head, then crooked a finger at me.

I move toward the big blond man, curious. He indicates I should come closer, and I do, though it meant I need to step between his knees. But there’s something about these two men that doesn’t frighten me like the Henchmen did. Actually, their attention is pretty damn exciting, if I’m being honest with myself.

“So,” Gemini says in a low voice, and I have to lean in even closer to hear him. “You know what tonight is?”

“Panty raid?” I ask, breathless. Just being this close to him is making me crazy aroused.

His eyebrows flick upward, an indication of agreement. “If I check that short skirt of yours, am I gonna see red panties?”

I glance back at Domino, who is watching our exchange with interest. Isn’t he jealous? Do I need to pick one of the two men to focus my attentions on? Because right now, they’re both sending out pretty strong signals.”You gonna be sad if my panties aren’t red?” I ask him, finding it easy to flirt once more.

His hand slides to my thigh – one big, hot hand. Oooh. I nearly cream my panties right then. His hand glides up my leg, his gaze on my face, and then rides up the slit in my skirt. He tugs the leather upward, and I realize that he intends on exposing my ass in front of everyone in the bar. I suck in a breath and glance around to see who’s looking.

Chrome is crawling with people, but no one is paying the slightest bit of attention to our table. All over, men are flirting with women. As I watch, a tall, lean man in a patch-decorated cut tugs at one woman’s jeans, exposing her red panties as the woman giggles and squirms against him. Other men have women in their laps, and some have two. So…would anyone even notice if I let Gemini push my skirt up? 

Worse, do I care if anyone notices?