Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“Both,” he clipped out. “I can see entirely too much of your skin, and those bastards don’t get to talk to you like they fucking know you. Get on some goddamn clothes!”
I stepped closer to him and placed my hands on his chest. “I won’t go near their table again. I’ll have Pepper do it. But this is the uniform. Pepper is even wearing it.”
“I don’t give a fuck what Pepper is wearing. But I don’t want other men seeing what’s mine.”
What’s his? I stood there, staring up at him, trying not to smile like a lunatic. He’d just called me his. Yes, I was his, but hearing him say it when we weren’t having sex and he wasn’t talking about my vagina made my heart squeeze.
“Okay,” I said finally. “I’ll change.”
He narrowed his eyes, studying me. “You will?”
I nodded.
“Thank you.”
“On one condition,” I told him.
“What’s that?”
“When we go back out that door, you don’t cause any problems for Pepper.”
He scowled. “She shouldn’t have let the fucking Crowns in here.”
“They’re paying customers, and this isn’t a bar owned by The Judgment.”
He sighed and nodded. “Fine. But you stay away from their table. If that bastard tries to talk to you again, I’ll put his head through the fucking wall.”
I smiled then. “Noted. Now, go back out there so I can get changed.”
Micah ran his hand over my bare stomach. “I want to watch.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because Pepper needs my help, and if you watch me change, then…”
“I’ll bend you over her desk and fuck you. Is that what you’re saying, Tink?”
I nodded, feeling my face flush as my body instantly began to tingle.
“Looks to me like you want to be fucked, baby. That needy look just clouded those pretty eyes,” he said, taking a step toward me.
The door swung open, and Pepper came storming in, looking almost identical to Micah when he’d walked in the bar tonight and seen me waiting on the Crowns.
“I have three new tables out there, Micah! Stop causing problems and making a scene!” she yelled at him.
He held up both his hands. “I’m not causing any problems. I just want Tink in some clothing that covers her up more.”
If looks could kill, Micah would be dead.
Pepper stalked over to him and jabbed his chest with her pointer finger. “That’s real fucking rich, coming from a man who used to date strippers!”
Micah grabbed her wrist. “Fuck. Not date. And they weren’t Tink. You know it’s different.” He dropped her wrist then and looked back at me.
Some of Pepper’s anger eased, and her shoulders rose and fell with a heavy sigh. “FINE! Let her wear her own clothes. But please don’t say another word to the Crowns. They’re eating their food now, and since six more Judgment have walked in the door, I doubt they are going to stick around long.”
Micah smirked. “I expect several more will arrive before they’re done eating.”
Pepper rolled her eyes. “Figures. They’d just better all order lots of drinks and food.”
Micah nodded. “They will.”
She pointed to the door. “Get out so she can change.”
Micah frowned. “I hate to be the one to break it to you, Pep, but I’ve seen her naked.”
Pepper held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t. I know that. I also know the moment I walk out of here and she starts to undress, you’ll fuck her in my office. One”—she held up a finger—“that’s not an image I like to dwell on.” She held up a second finger. “And two, I need her out there, waiting on tables. Now, get out.”
Micah grabbed my chin and tilted my head back before pressing a kiss to my mouth, then turned and walked out the door.
Pepper looked at me and shook her head in exasperation before following him.
32
Dolly
Thanks for last night. I needed that more than you know.
Those words kept replaying in my head. I could even hear them said in her sultry voice.
I stared at the cup of espresso I had made, but the thought of actually drinking it made me feel nauseous. Setting it on the bar, I walked out of the kitchen. The world that had been so bright and full of hope just an hour ago when Micah woke me up, kissing down my body, now felt as if it had no oxygen left in it. Everything that made me smile had been snatched away so quickly.
The sound of the shower cut off, and I stared toward the bathroom door. Micah was in there. After we’d had sex, he’d kissed me and held me, then said he needed to get a shower. He had to head back to Ocala today but would be back late tonight. We had been in a bubble of perfection—or so I’d thought. Instead, it was my own delusional bubble. One I had created in my mind.