Page 250 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Not ideal for a guy who’s the interim ruler of this savage kingdom.

I should be focused, for fuck’s sake!

Anyone could be plotting my death in this very second.

But all my mind allows are looping, X-rated thoughts of this sexy vixen.

Chella lifts an eyebrow and holds up a glass, clinking the ice cubes around. “Was I right? Are you…thirsty? I pride myself on reading my customers and tending to their needs.”

Ray and Bobby just stare at her, their jaws practically hitting the table.

But they don’t hit the floor until she jerks forward and tips the glass so that the liquor pours right into my lap, joined by one single ice cube.

Fuck me.

That cooled me off.

And made me even hotter for her, if that’s possible.

“I’d say the drink’s on me, but…” She shrugs her shoulders with a challenging smile on her face. “Oops. I guess it’s really on you.” She grabs a linen napkin from a nearby table and dabs at the liquid in my lap. It takes me a second to rebound from the sudden shock of cold in my crotch, and when I do, I close my fingers around her wrist to stop her from tending to my groin. When the daggers shoot from her eyes, she hisses into my ear, “I hear you requested me, but they really should have told you how clumsy I am. And how I’m always spilling drinks and plates on my customers.”

“Is that how you think this works? You dump a drink on me, thinking I’ll ask for someone else? You think I’m gonna let you get away that easily?” A mischievous smirk lifts my lips because she has no fucking idea how patient I can be when it comes to her.

“I think that looks like a really expensive outfit, and I’d hate to see it ruined,” she whispers.

“Is that supposed to be a threat?”

“I don’t have time for threats. I’m here to work. This job is important to me. So if this is your way of getting me back for yelling at you before, let’s just say we’re even and I’ll get you someone else?—”

“No,” I say. “There won’t be anyone else.”

She furrows her brow. “You’re serious?”

“Deadly,” I reply. “It’s you and only you.”

Her nostrils flare and she folds her arms over her chest. I can tell she has plenty more to say, but like she told me, this job is important to her. She won’t risk it. “Are you a glutton for punishment?”

“We both know you’re not gonna rock the boat with this job. You just told me so yourself. Never show all your cards, babe.”

A flash of annoyance shadows her face when she realizes her bluff is total bullshit.

“If you even try to proposition me, I’ll have the bouncer kick you and your friends out on your asses,” she snips.

“My friends are just enjoying the show. They didn’t do anything,” I reply, goading her. “Don’t project your anger at me on them.”

“Oh, so now you’re a shrink?”

“Trust me, sweetheart, there’s nothing small about me,” I say with a chuckle.

Chella rolls her eyes, and even though she tries hard not to, her lips turn upward in the slightest hint of a smile.

“See? You do like me. Don’t fight it. Just accept that we’re friends.” And I want to say to her that it would be so much better if there were benefits involved.

“I don’t know. The jury’s still out on you,” she quips with a quirked brow, folding her arms over her chest.

I sneak a glance at the guys. They don’t know what to do right now. I can see them fighting against the smirks that threaten to tug at their lips. They think if they laugh I might kill them.

They may be right. I’ve certainly killed for less.

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