Page 23 of Klutch's Kryptonite

I laugh. “That leaves the field wide open.”

She grins, blowing me a kiss before allowing Pee Wee to escort her to the elevator.

The next two hours pass in a blur of drink orders and increasing chaos. Two more fights take place, though neither generates the same electricity as Klutch’s bout. By the time last call is announced, I’m exhausted but jazzed at the same time.

As the crowd begins to thin, I help Hawk clean up behind the bar, while the other waitresses wipe down tables and chairs. When most of the patrons have left, I finally have a chance to count my tips.

“Holy shit,” I mutter, thumbing through the stack of bills. I’ve made almost five hundred dollars tonight.

“Good haul?”

I nearly jump out of my skin at the deep voice directly behind me. Klutch is standing there, freshly showered and changed back into his jeans and t-shirt, his leather vest back in place. I scan his face and frown at the Steri-Strip over his eyebrow.

“Yeah,” I nod, quickly tucking the money back into my bag. “Not bad.”

He leans against the bar, his eyes raking over me. “How are you getting home?”

“I’m walking,” I shrug.

His eyes jump to mine. “At this time of night? In that dress?” He shakes his head. “That’s not fucking happening.”

I put my hands on my hips, ready to tell him exactly where he can stick his bossy attitude, when he crowds my space. He plants his tattooed hands on the bar on either side of me, caging me in.

“What are you—” My mouth snaps closed when he leans in, his face inches from mine.

“It’s not up for discussion, Demi,” he growls.

“You don’t?—”

“You want to keep this job?”

I narrow my eyes, annoyed that he’s using this job against me. “Fine,” I snap.

I want to scream that he’s a freaking asshole but my dad’s face flashes through my mind. He needs me.

“How am I getting home, then?” I ask, barely holding onto my temper.

A ghost of a smile plays at the corners of his mouth. “I’m taking you.”

Chapter Seven

Klutch

“I’m taking you.”

I smirk, watching as her blue eyes widen with surprise before narrowing in defiance. It’s fucking adorable how she thinks she has a choice in the matter.

“That’s really not necessary,” she protests, crossing her arms over her chest. The movement pushes her little tits up, drawing my attention to the perfect swell visible above the neckline of that sinful dress.

I’m still riding the high from my fight. The adrenaline pumping through my veins, the taste of victory sharp on my tongue. Nothing compares to winning in the cage. I lift my eyes to hers. Except maybe the thought of getting this woman underneath me.

“It wasn’t an offer,” I tell her, refusing to take no for an answer. “It’s happening.”

She rolls those stunning eyes and huffs out a breath that makes her chest rise and fall. Christ, I haven’t been able to thinkstraight since I first saw her stepping off that elevator yesterday afternoon. Even in the middle of my fight, I found myself searching for her in the crowd.

“Fine,” she finally relents, grabbing her bag from behind the bar. “Let me just say goodbye to Hawk.”

I watch her walk away, that tiny black dress hugging every curve of her body. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her long legs and that ass I want to bite. She has no fucking idea what she’s doing to me. Or maybe she does, and that’s her game. Either way, I’m not complaining ‘cause goddamn she’s one fine bitch.

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