Vale does that Southern woman thing, smiling as she murders you with her glare. “As the manager of Delta’s, Mr. Cummings, our security is my responsibility, and it staysonafter-hours.”
Smart woman. She guessed right.
We turn any security system off when we operate.
“No need.” Axel keeps it cold and polite. “I have my own security. Therefore, Delta’s is always safe, any hour, every day.”
She seethes, “Is the owner aware?”
“Please, ask her yourself,” he answers. “She’s well aware. And per our lease agreement and as my personal cameras inside will surveil. No. One. Not even Delta’s staff are permitted in my room atanyhour.” He smirks, slicing his eyes at me. “Unless invited, of course.”
Yep, that pops her cork.
Vale jumps up. She’s not playing his game.
Giving him her middle finger, she turns to me. “This? This rude asshole is your face man? The one who fronts your monkey business?”
Her giving Axel shit like she gives me is too good. I laugh. “Wise choice of words. Yes. He fronts ourmonkeybusiness.”
In his eyes, Axel’s amused. “Careful with your choice of words, Ms. Monroe.” But in his tone, he isn’t.
Vale’s standing too close to the truth. Literally. She’s in his shadow.
But she doesn’t care. She fires at close range.
“Careful?” She glares up at him. “I don’t know what that means because you don’t scare me. I just imagine you swimming with dolphins farting rainbows, and I’m not afraid of you. And you,” she whips her aim at me, “why don’t you take a lifetime supply of KISS MY ASS and plug it up yours.” She smiles. “Remote included.”
I’m stupefied, Axel’s surprised, and Jace is laughing.
“Now,” she sashays past Axel, “excuse me, when I’m mad, I masturbate with arealman. A Long Logan ten-inch dildo with balls is about to enjoy all my personal business.”
With a side-eye, Axel admires what I’ve worshipped for years—Vale, swishing her ass in a plaid schoolgirl’s miniskirt and white button-up barely containing her breasts. She’s sexy, sassy, and smart, and she’s been dressing like that for three days to torture me.
It works.
“Don’t even think about it,” I tell him.
“Oh, I’m not thinking.” Axel turns back to me. “Iknowshe’s your queen.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
VALE
This hot bastard is mad… and fast.
Leave it to him to ruin my dramatic exit by chasing me after we had another fight in the parlor at the end of the day.
Because I sure as hell will know what is in their “meeting” room on the third floor of the business I manage, and hell will freeze over before Nash tells me.
I firmly asked, and he flatly refused.
“You pick your men,” I pointed at Jace, “over me?”
“There is no choice,” Nash answered.
So, I threw my Long Logan ten-inch dildo at him. Side note: it gets my screaming endorsement. Then I stormed out the back door of Delta’s.
But now he’s following on my heels, twisting through the back, cobblestone alleys to my place, with palms and flowers blooming through iron gates.