Page 32 of Clashing
“What do you mean by that?” I worked my jaw. She was mine.
“Not like that.” Francis waved his hand. “They enjoy talking to her. She’s a sweetheart and has a good sense of humor.”
“It better be the talking they like,” I muttered, heading to the bar. I sat on my stool, and Scarlett approached with more scotch.
“I would’ve gotten you a refill.” She filled my glass and pouted. “You didn’t have to come over here.”
Fucking hell. That pout.
“I got tired of their company.” I shrugged, taking a drink.
She giggled. “That didn’t take long.”
Fucking hell. That giggle.
“I’m not that social, Scarlett.”
“But you always show up with a group of people.”
“I like them in small bursts. I like to drink alone.”
“Why?”
“I just do.”
“You’re weird. Do you want anything to eat?” She braced her elbows on the bar and dropped her chin to her clasped hands. The position made her tits press together, and her shirt hung low enough to show her lacy, black bra.
She waskillingme.
I inched forward, my nose almost touching hers. “Just your pussy, sugar. I’m craving something sweet.”
Pink blossomed on her face in record time. “Dessert later is all yours. But do you want something right now?”
“I’ll take a burger like you had the other night. You made it look damn good.”
She bit her lip, but it didn’t suppress the smile. Flipping me off, she walked into the kitchen and out of sight. I was still staring after her when Danny ambled around the corner.
“Hey, Ryker.” He grinned. “You take care of my girl?”
I mean, in a way.
“Danny,” Tammy greeted before I could, wrapping her arms around him briefly. “Is there a reason some guy would call asking for Scarlett, and then she’d freak out and ask how to block the number?”
I tensed. Why didn’t she tell me he called?
Danny clenched his fists. “Did he give a name?”
“No.” Tammy’s sandy blonde ponytail swished as she shook her head. “When I asked, he said to tell her it was an old friend. Then when I gave her the phone, she freaked out and hung up real fast.”
“I’ll talk to her.” Danny gritted his teeth and disappeared behind the doors.
Tammy turned her attention to me. “I don’t supposeyouknow?”
“Why would I know?”
“Next time, shut the door,” Tammy said, wrinkling her nose. “Actually, no. Next time, don’t do it on shift. Surely you can keep it in your pants long enough to wait until after work.”
“Don’t say anything,” I hissed.
