Brynjar watched her carefully as she suggested a dock in pay. He could tell that he had got under her skin. He wasn't sure what was keeping her. Any other woman in her position would have quit and left. Why was she so determined to stay? He shook his head slightly when she knocked his hand away. "Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy it." He brought his hand down to her waist and held her firmly. "But I will not be undermined in public." He pretended to mull something over before he completely invaded her space by stepping in close. Their bodies were pressed lightly against each other and he was pleased to find she was soft. It was one thing he loved about women, they were always soft.
"Instead of docking your pay," he began slowly, "how about a kiss instead?" his dark eyes were looking down at hers. "Nothing more or less, just one kiss." He enjoyed the power he held over her in that moment.
Elska had returned in from the garden and was thinking she would find some breakfast as she felt familiar pangs of hunger. She was surprised to hear her name being called and her stomach dropped as she turned to find Tyr catching up to her. He closed the distance and gently grabbed her arm as he asked if she was okay. Her stomach rolled over. She quickly drew her arm from his grasp as it sent a tingle up into her shoulder. She reminded herself she couldn't give Brynjar any more bait than he already had.
"I'm fine." Her voice sounded oddly distant. "Really I'm fine. He did nothing to me." She said curtly.
Yet, she thought a bit dismally. "Are you well?" there was a faint flush to Tyr's cheeks and she wondered just how much Tyr had drunk the night before. She refrained from reaching out to touch him. She forced herself to take a step back.
