Page 97 of On The Rocks

“I think those bar tees will fly out,” Donovan muttered. “Especially when the patrons see the Shamrock girls wearing them. Another genius idea from our Maeve. I should’ve thought of it, we used to see them sell out every year in the European resorts when we vacationed there.”

“I love the branding on them,” I concurred. “That sage green is right on trend. It screams Ireland, but it’s got a modern twist. It’ll do well?—”

The main door opened with a bang, and a woman’s voice screeched, “Callum!”

My head whipped around to see Saskia stomping into the bar, her face purple and her eyes flashing. Her long, black, poker-straight hair was mussed, and her lips were outlined in a thick, bright red. Even her clothes were wrinkled. She wore a tiny leather skirt and a stretchy strapless top with sky-high heels. It looked like she’d been partying all night and was doing the walk of shame.

My belly lurched.

As much as she looked a mess, she still looked hot. I could appreciate what Callum saw in her; she was very sexy, if a little obvious with it.

Callum’s arm slid across my shoulders, and he drawled, “Didn’t you get the letter?”

Saskia glared at him and leaned forward, waving a piece of paper in the air, and yelled, “Oh, I got it alright. You can’t do this.”

Donovan shook his head.

I sighed.

Callum had met with Kennedy the day after our argument. She’d agreed with us and written to Saskia to terminate her employment. There was no law to say that Callum and Saskia couldn’t have a relationship despite him being her boss, and even though there were also laws to protect her, Callum had proof that she’d caused problems at work even before he’d dumped her.

The staff had overheard her screaming and shouting, being inappropriate, and threatening him on more than one occasion, and they were prepared to testify to that. Seemed that Saskiawasn’t very nice to her colleagues and had used her relationship with the boss to make people swap shifts with her and cover her hours—something that he knew nothing about and would never have condoned. Since Callum had closed the bar, all the staff had been getting full pay still, including Saskia, as he had every intention of bringing them all back, but her last stunt in his office was the final straw.

Kennedy was ready to file a restraining order against her if she caused any more problems, so Saskia was finally reaping what she’d sown.

“If you got the letter, why are you here?” he asked. “It says you shouldn’t come within ten feet of the place.”

She sneered, her eyes narrowing to take in the way Callum’s arm was slung over my shoulder and how he’d pulled my body into a position slightly behind him to protect me.

Spite filled Saskia’s expression, and I knew instantly what was about to come.

“So this is who you dumped me for,” she noted, her tone steely. Cold eyes flicked down my body, and she let out a snort. “I must say, I expected more.”

I felt Callum’s body lock, then his arm tightened around my shoulder. He pulled me closer so my body angled into his. “Your bitterness is showing, woman. Stop embarrassing yourself. In fact, do yourself a favor and go home.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re so predictable, Callum. You’ve always been the same. Once you’re done, you suddenly lose the same charm you used to get me and all the other girls into your bed. You weren’t telling me to fuck off a few months ago when you were begging me to ride your big Irish dick.”

Her words sliced through me.

“Didn’t need to beg you for shit, Sass,” Callum shot back, his tone bored. “You fell on your back with your legs in the air the second I crooked my finger, the same way you did for Donovanand the rest of the boys in town. Don’t act as if I did you wrong. You knew what it was, or rather, you knew what it wasn’t.”

I blinked.

Huh?

She leaned forward, her face twisting spitefully. “You didn’t care about my past when you were balls deep inside me.”

Callum leaned threateningly toward her while moving me further away. “Didn’t know you’d had Donovan then. You think I could ever get serious about a girl who’d already fucked my brother?”

Her lips turned pouty, and she put on a fake baby voice. “Whassamatter, Callum. Is your pride hurt?”

“I’m not the one creating petty drama over no-strings sex,” he bit out. “Honestly, I couldn’t give a fuck about you. I married the girl I wanted. Accept the fact that girl wasn’t you and move on. Like I already said, your bitter’s showing, and frankly, Sass, it makes you look like an ugly bitch.”

“You’re an asshole,” she spat.

“Never pretended anything else, unlike you,” he shot back. “Now get the fuck outta my bar, and don’t come back.”

She let out aharrumph, tossed her hair, and twirled around to face the door. “I don’t need this place anyway. I’ve been offered a job at the Kings of Anarchy clubhouse. Pagan liked the look of me when I went to Carbine’s gig there,” she threw back, strutting toward the exit.

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