Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Creed coughs next to me, so I glance at him then back to her.
“No, you know what I meant.”
She throws her hands up in the air. “But this is a part of the game too, isn’t it? Don’t you want to bend me over again and tell me how naughty I am?”
This time Creed laughs, and neither of us pay him any attention. She isn’t lying, though, I would like to do that to her, and my cock twitches at the thought. I have to remind myself I can’t do it again. I was having a bad day, and taking her made it a whole lot better. End of story. Now look at the dilemma I’m in.
“This isn’t appropriate talk, Olympia. I’ve already fired you, so now you leave.”
She leans her hands on the counter. “Nope. And if you want to talk about appropriate, then don’t fuck me at work.”
I can’t help but glance at her breasts. They’re right there, after all. Then I gain my senses back. “Leave!” I grind my teeth.
Olympia turns to Creed who’s still sitting next to us. “Is my shift finished?”
Creed has the audacity to check his Rolex. “No. No, it isn’t. You still have thirty minutes.”
She stands and pushes off. “If you want to wait for me outside, I need a lift home.” Then she walks away, so I turn to face Creed who’s smirking.
“I like her.”
“You don’t like anyone.”
He nods his head, agreeing. “This is true.”
I sit down next to him because I know I’ll take her home, but I try again anyway. “Fire her.”
Creed shakes his head. “No can do. She makes more money for us than any other bartender we’ve ever had. She’s never late or sick. We need her.”
“Find someone else.”
“That’s a no as well.”
“I’m pulling rank,” I argue back.
He takes a sip of his water, placing the cup on the counter after he’s finished with it. “I wouldn’t even try it, because I have the vote. Even if you do own most of the club, I’ll still win. This is my part of the business, you have no say in it, and she stays.”
We sit in silence until Olympia’s finished.
She walks around the bar and stands next to me. “Okay, big guy, take me home.”
I turn to Creed to see him smirking again as I walk off.
Fuck him.
She’s already at my car when I reach her. Olympia watches me, one foot crossed over the other, and she’s smiling as I walk closer.
“You’re really used to getting what you want, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I answer truthfully.
“Do you really want me to leave? To quit?”
“Yes.”
Olympia looks down to the ground then back up to me. “Well, I’m not, so get used to it. Just because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants and your hands to yourself doesn’t mean I should be out of a job.” She opens the passenger door and slides in. I walk around, taking a deep breath before I do the same. The car smells of her, and I use everything in my power not to reach over and take her again. Because now I know how she tastes, I want more.
“You’re awfully quiet,” she says as we near her apartment.
“Don’t have much to say.”
“What about how you flipped me over then kissed me between my legs?”
My head turns to see her watching me with her leg up on the seat, one foot tucked under her ass as she waits for a reaction.
“You want a reaction out of me,” I say, shaking my head and watching the road as her apartment comes into view.
“No. I want to have sex with you again.”
She isn’t shy, that’s for damn sure.
I’m not sure how I feel about that. But then again, she does work at our establishment, and being shy wouldn’t be a good attribute to have in our business. I come to a stop and glance over at her.
“Would you walk me in?”
“Are you afraid?” I ask.
“Yes. Deadly afraid. Now come up and rescue me.”
I sit back. “No can do. I have to get back to Charles.”
Her eyes light up. “Oh, take me. I miss his cute little face.”
“No.”
“Why?” She crosses her arms across her chest, pushing her breasts up and forming a cleavage I would love to have my face between right now.
“Because my father’s there…” I pause.
“I can be quiet,” she whispers.
“And also, simply because I don’t want you there.”
Olympia unbuckles her seat belt, opens the door and gets out. “You keep telling yourself that and maybe sooner or later you will believe it. But in the meantime, maybe I’ll go find my own big man to play with.” Olympia shuts the door and starts to walk off.
I have the car turned off, out of the car, and catching her wrist in my next breath before I know what I’m doing. Her back slams against the wall, and she smiles like she expected me to react this way.