Page 8 of Savage
“Sorry, you know how it can be.” I softened my voice and titled my head just a little bit. Men seemed to cave to the cutesy act a lot quicker. It was a way to dissolve a situation, especially if Dar came over and made things ten times worse in seconds.
I moved my hand behind my back and gave them the signal I was okay. The man grunted and went to grab my face.
Please don’t.I could make out the thick black dirt under his nails. My stomach turned, and the urge to step back was all too real. Still, I kept a smile on my face.
“I really should go freshen up, and then I’ll be back out,” I rushed out.
The man dropped his hand and frowned. “Nah, I like you the way you are. Come on.”
No, thank you. I took a step back and went to signal the guys to intervene, but the hot wet dream was there. He grabbed the other customer’s wrist and pulled it away from me.
“What the hell is the big deal? You can wait like everyone else.” The customer snatched his arm away and turned to me. “Hey, come give me a dance.”
It was technically my job for the night. But there was currently, something so much more interesting was beside me. I opened my mouth to give some lame excuse.
“No,” wet dream said.
“And who the fuck do you think you are?” The customer stepped up to wet dream, and normally, I’d walk around them and make my way to the back, but an airy chill raced down my spine.
Wet dream’s face was impassive but for two whole songs, I’d studied him, every slight movement. I had the distinct feeling he was upset. He took another step, and I was moving before I could think better of it.
“Woo there, big daddy,” I purred, placing my hand in the middle of his chest. And what an impressive one it was. I really wanted to see what was under his suit.
My face was tilted up, and I was forced to stare into green eyes. The other customer was forgotten instantly as I was pulled in.
“What did you call me?”
Fuck, did I mess up?His face was blank, giving me nothing about his mood. I was usually great at determining someone’s mood, even when they attempted to hide it. Staring at him was like studying a brick wall.
“I asked you a question. I’m not in the habit of repeating myself,” he said.
Fuck me now.
Heat blossomed all over my body. The stupid thought of having him repeat himself was one intrusive thought I was tempted to give into.
“Uh, big daddy.” Watching him this time, I saw it. His pupils dilated for only a second.
He liked being called daddy?I filed it away for later. If there would be a later.
“We can take this out—”
Wet dream’s eyes were taken away from me and aimed at the customer. They seemed to darken as he stared at the silent man.
“Leave now.”
The tension thickened, and I pressed myself firmly against my current walking wet dream. It was as if my brain knew where to stand if things worsened. It was insanity, and I’d probably need to get checked out.
“Hey, if you cause a scene, we’re the ones who will get in trouble,” Calvin said.
Wet dream stared the customer down.
“Fuck it,” the customer said as he turned away and found another dancer to talk to.
I let out a slow breath, glad that the tension had dissolved. Hot fingers stroked my hip, and my spine went rigid. My cock stiffened, and I cursed the tight as fuck G-string I was wearing. There was no way in hell I could hide my reaction.
“Get your things. We’re leaving.”
“No, thanks. He isn’t going anywhere with you,” Calvin said.
