“Sorry,” she mumbled.
“I…” He sputtered and then stepped away, as if she were poison. “What’re you doing down here?”
“Working,” she replied, trying hard not to look at his rippling muscles under that white ghoulish skin, the way his long hair fell down over his shoulders, or how large his cock actually was, because she could see it. He hadn’t covered up.
Heat bloomed in her cheeks and she hoped she wasn’t blushing. It wasn’t like she was some innocent virgin or anything, but she didn’t want to be looking at the naked body of a guy who got on her nerves, who was technically one ofher bosses and a guy who’d made it clear they weren’t going to friends, but enemies.
“Working?” Magnus asked.
Mercedes huffed impatiently. “Look, dude. Cover up. I really don’t need to be looking at your junk. I’m an employee.”
Chapter
Four
“Andskotinn sjálfur!”
“Cuss at me in Viking when you know I can’t fight back. Well, back atcha,” Mercedes replied saucily.
“It means ‘the devil himself’ and it was more aimed at myself than you. Although, it’s fitting.”
Her cheeks were stained with a pink blush and he could swear he saw smoke coming from her ears. He let his gaze travel over her luscious curves. She was adorable all hot and bothered.
Get a hold of yourself. Remember who she is.
“What? Because I’m the devil?” she asked, interrupting his thoughts.
“I didn’t say it.”
Magnus wrapped a towel around his waist. He’d forgotten that he was naked, just like he’d forgotten to grab a clean towel out of the laundry basket. When he finished his shower, he just floated through the walls and then grabbed a towel, not really paying attention to who was in the room, because he expected it to be his brother.
No one else lived with them or was in the house. He forgot she was starting today.
Then SLAM. Mercedes was pressed up against him and he was so flustered by the fact that she was there, he completely forgot about his lack of attire.
“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I forgot.”
Mercedes eyes widened. “You forgot? How could you forget something like that? I mean, I would remember if I were naked and wandering about.”
“Well, usually I’m the only one wandering around down here, or my brother Sven, and he’s seen me naked countless times.”
“For the love of Odin. No.”
Magnus turned around from where he was bent over the freezer. His brother was standing there, arms crossed, annoyed. “What?”
“Your nudity. I’ve put up with it for a thousand years. You won’t cook breakfast in our bed-and-breakfast naked.”
“Honestly, you think that?” Magnus asked, pretending to be offended.
Sven rolled his eyes. “I don’t need to look at your ass anymore. Get dressed.”
“I thought you’d call me a heathen, which I am. Proudly.”
Sven shook his head in disdain and walked away, which made Magnus laugh even more.
Sven had also warned him numerous times that he’d have to cover up as they began hiring staff, which he understood, but his previous rage had also caused him to forget that Sven had hired Mercedes as a housekeeper and that she’d be starting today. And of course, he had to walk right into her while naked as a jaybird.
Although, he didn’t know what a jaybird was.