Chapter 6

“Maybe it’s payback time.” Beckett stepped forward and Doug backed away, his arse nudging up against the kitchen units. “So, how much do you want it?”

That death glarething and the husky words tugged at Doug’s nerves like a deliberate hand on his groin. Beckett—damn him!—could always dothat. “Huh?”

“The coffee. How much do you want it?”

Doug frowned. He watched the rise and fall of Beckett’s quickening breath under the man’s clothing. Slowly, Beckett grasped the hem of his sweater and peeled it up over his head. Doug gaped at the sight of the T-shirt underneath.

“I borrowed one of yours,” Beckett said.

I’m the one you gotta blow to get a drink around here.

Doug started to laugh.

Beckett’s expression was unmoving. “You know what to do.”

“Here?” Doug looked around warily. It was an empty room, the lunchtime staffers were taking their break, but he knew the cleaners came in after the lunch session. He couldn’t remember whether that was at three or half past.