Page 7 of Envious Girl
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Kieran
When Keelyn walked into his office the first time, he knew he was good and truly fucked.
This girl was his future, but she was full of sass and anger. And it made him angry that she couldn’t just take his word for anything.
That she wanted to wear what all the other waitresses wanted to. Yep. That wasn’t about to happen. Not on his watch.
She was his girl. None of the others were. He didn’t give a fuck what they wore.
She was the only person who mattered, aside from Kellen.
And nothing was going to stop him from claiming her.
He would let her believe that she could work for him, but once he saw her on the cameras dressed in a skimpy outfit that showed her curves off to perfection and it made his cock jerk to life.
He knew then too that she was his. He had never had that reaction to anyone before.
He let her figure out how to make drinks with Amelia and prance around behind the bar before it opened, but when that fucker walked in and eyed her up and down like she wasn’t already claimed and then grabbed her ass?
He was out of his chair and to the VIP Section faster than he even realized.
Amelia had stopped the man from touching Keelyn more, but Kieran could feel the anger bubble up inside him.
He had never had this kind of reaction to a woman before and he knew it was only because it was her.
He thrust her behind him and ordered Theo to not let the man back in the club and then Keelyn was in his arms and he was storming back to his office with her in tow.
She was stunned into silence and when the door slammed shut behind them she was kicking to get out of his arms.
“Stay still.” He growled at her and she went still in his arms.
“What are you doing? I’m working. You need to let me go!”
He set her on her feet, “I told ye not to wear this. And ye went behind my back! A man touched ye! No one touches what’s mine!”
She glared up at him, “I’m not yours! Stop saying that! I don’t want anything to do with you! I’m here to work and that’s it. I won’t be the next in a long line of many and I have heard rumors, so nope. And you can fuck off.”
She turned and walked to the door, but he stopped her by putting his hand on her arm.
“Ye are the only one there is and if ye heard rumors, then that’s all they are. They are rumors.”
She turned and looked down at the hand on her arm, “I don’t believe any of that shit. Now unhand me. Or you won’t be happy with what I do next.”
“Fuck! I haven’t touched a single one of the girls that work here! Nor have I touched one ever!”
Her eyes went wide and then he was pushing her against the door, and cupped her face in one hand and wrapped her long, dark ponytail around the other hand, and kissed her.
She let out a moan and wrapped her arms around his neck and he sucked at her bottom lip, making her gasp and he swiped his tongue into her mouth, coaxing hers out to play with his.
She tugged at his hair and he loved the bite of pain and held her hair tighter in his fist.
She moaned again as they kissed and he let his hand move down her throat, where he lightly squeezed, letting her know who was boss here.
She moaned again and then she shoved him off her and he stumbled back, trying to keep his balance so he didn’t hit the floor.
“No! Not like this.”
