Viking skirted past the women at the bar, all flirting wildly with Cole as he poured out a pitcher of Margaritas. These girls looked to be digging in for the night, and Viking was grateful that Iris’ room was way at the other end of the building, over Wolf’s office. She wouldn’t hear much going on down here if she wanted to get to bed early.
He walked through the room, looking for her everywhere, poking his head into the supply closet and then the crash rooms. In the fourth room, he found her vacuuming.
“Hey,” he said but she didn’t hear him over the running motor; he wasn’t keen to scare her, so he stood in the door patiently, waiting for her to turn around and notice him.
She bent over to pick up something from under the bed and Viking suddenly found himself looking at her ass, sweetl
