Page 3 of Tempting Kat
“Take it,” I push the plate toward her. “I'm done.”
“You sure?” She's already picking up my fork. “I don't want to take food from a hungry man.”
“You should always make time to eat,” I growl, watching her shovel another bite into her mouth. “Skipping meals isn't smart.”
She rolls her eyes, chewing slowly. “Yes, Daddy,” she says after swallowing, the word making my cock twitch painfully against my zipper. “Got any other life advice for me?”
“You need to fuel your body properly,” I continue, sounding like a fucking health coach when what I really want to say is how I'd like to fuel her body with my dick. “Can't run on empty.”
“Mm-hmm,” she hums, clearly not giving a shit about my lecture as she takes another bite.
Behind her, two college dickheads at the end of the bar are practically drooling, eyes glued to her ass as she leans over my plate. One elbows the other, whispering something that makes them both snicker.
“Hey, sweetheart!” one of them calls out, waving an empty glass. “When you're done there, we could use a refill!”
My jaw clenches so hard I'm surprised my teeth don't crack. I'm about to stand up when Kat raises one finger without even turning around—a silent “wait your fucking turn” that makes me want to applaud.
“The human body needs protein,” I continue, just to keep my mouth occupied so I don't tell those fuckers to get lost. “Especially with the hours you work.”
She nods absently, focused entirely on the food. The way she's savoring each bite, eyes half-closed in pleasure, has me imagining that same expression with my hand between her thighs.
“Hey, bartender!” the second frat boy calls. “Some service over here!”
Kat doesn't even flinch, just keeps eating, her tongue darting out to catch a bit of sauce on her lower lip. I'm mesmerized by that small pink flick, imagining it elsewhere.
“These assholes bothering you?” I ask quietly, nodding toward the increasingly agitated college boys.
She shrugs, still chewing. “Nothing I can't handle. I'm used to entitled pricks.” Her eyes flick up to meet mine. “Present company excluded, of course.”
“Of course,” I echo, not sure if I've just been insulted or complimented.
“Yo, hot stuff!” The first guy is standing now, waving his wallet. “I'll make it worth your while!”
Kat takes her sweet time, finishing the last bite and licking the fork clean in a way that has my cock straining against my fly. She wipes her mouth delicately with a napkin, then finally turns to face the impatient assholes.
“I'll be with you when I'm ready,” she says, voice cool but firm. “And if you call me anything but 'bartender' again, you're out.”
The frat boys look stunned, like they can't believe a bartender just told them to shut their mouths. One of them—the louder asshole with the popped collar—opens his mouth like he's about to argue, but his buddy grabs his arm.
“Sorry,” the second one says, not sounding sorry at all. “We just want our drinks.”
Kat slides my empty plate aside and leans in close enough that I can smell her—something sweet like pineapple.
“Thanks again for sharing your tasty meat,” she says with a wink before sauntering off to deal with the college fucks.
My cock is throbbing so hard it's painful. I watch her hips sway as she approaches them, and all I can think about is grabbing her by that hair, dragging her into the back office, andshoving my cock down her throat until she gags and calls me Daddy again.
I flip open my laptop instead, pulling up the security system I had installed when I bought this place. The bar has sixteen cameras covering every angle. I click through until I find the one with the best view of our college boys, their faces clearly visible as they leer at Kat while she makes their drinks.
I take screen grabs of both of them, making sure to get clean shots of their faces. I add another of the taller one sliding his hand across the bar to “accidentally” touch Kat's arm. She jerks away but keeps her professional smile plastered on.
That's the last fucking time they'll touch her.
I attach the images to an email for Santiago.
These two are banned after tonight. Make sure the door staff has their faces memorized.
I hit send just as Kat slams down their drinks, harder than necessary. Some of the liquid sloshes over the rim, but she doesn't apologize. She just holds out her hand for payment, and I can see the tight set of her shoulders even from here.
