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“Hunter,” I moan.

His punishing strokes grow faster and harder until he’s pounding my pussy so hard that I can’t even speak. There’s nothing else I can call it but a claiming. Reminding me of who I belong to.

I come swiftly, and he follows right after me, grunting through his release. I flop over the back of the couch, totally spent, waiting for the stars flickering behind my eyes to dissipate.

Hunter hands me a few tissues to clean myself up, puts himself back together, then slaps one of my ass cheeks before exiting the office door.

“I can’t wait for our date, Miss Taylor,” he says, giving me an uncustomary wink of his eye. “I’ll see you later.”

I’ve just been fucked senseless on my work couch by my official new boyfriend and boss, and all I can do is grin from ear to ear.

As he exits my office, for once in my life, I’m not worried about a damn thing. It’s incredibly refreshing.

Then there's a knock at the door.

Chapter 6

What’s Up With Diana?

Megan

Gage is on the other side of the door, looking like a cat who just swallowed a canary.

“What?” I ask defensively, praying to God that my office doesn’t smell like two people just had sex inside of it.

“It’s none of my business,” he says amiably, shrugging his shoulders and walking inside the room. The two of us have slowly been building a cordial working relationship but rarely discuss personal matters.

“What’s none of your business?” I ask snidely.

He inspects me carefully as I adjust the seams of my skirt. “Do Lars and Parker know that the rumors about you are true?”

“The rumors aren’t true,” I say without even thinking. Then I remember that Hunter and I are about to go public in a very big way when I take him to my art exhibition. Why am I still hiding it from people at the club? They’ve already assumed that I’ve slept my way into this managerial position anyway, so what does it matter at this point?

“Okay.” He throws both of his hands up in a motion of surrender. “As I said, it’s none of my business.”

“Walk me to the kitchen,” I tell him, wanting to change the subject until I’m ready to talk about it. “I want to see how the new girl is doing. She’s making some sample dishes.”

“Sure.”

I notice that the after-work crowd is starting to enter the club as we descend the staircase and walk through the main room. When I used to work on the floor, I’d get to know some of the regulars and I wave hello to a woman named Samantha who stops in for a drink most weekdays. She’d been in an abusive marriage for thirteen years when her husband choked on a chicken wing and died in an easy chair in their living room. I’ve never seen someone tell a story about the death of their husband with such glee, but in a very unfortunate way, I understand her. And I’m happy for her.

My smile fades when I notice Diana. She’s still on probation and it ends in another week. I don’t think she’ll be continuing here. It’s not that she isn’t good at her job, but I’d bet a hundred dollars that most of the rumors floating around the club about me can all be traced back to her. A lot of shit goes down at The Blue Whiskey, and it must operate with loyal staff. I can’t have one employee causing chaos.

Also, the way she looked at Hunter the other day, makes me want to punch her in one of her icy blue eyes.

There’s also that.

I motion to Gage, and when he leans over, I ask in a quiet voice, “Did you do what I asked?”

“Yeah.” He gives a slight nod. “There is something going on.”

Since Gage is working side-by-side with Diana, he’s the best person to observe her. It was Lars who suggested that I talk to him.

“Does she seem completely focused on her job, or does it seem that she’s interested in other activities? I’ve found her roaming around in the upstairs staff area a few times.”

Gage sticks his hands in his pockets, glancing over his shoulder at Diana before saying, “She’s curious about you. About how you got promoted from bartender to manager and whether anyone can just get promoted.”

“So, she wants my job.”

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