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“How’s the design coming?” Waylen asks, sipping his beer.
“The falcon looks badass, I need to work on a background to make him pop without it being too much for the design,” I explain.
“This is a huge fucking deal. You’ve got the talent man, you just need to show him,” Harry says, folding his hands on the table.
“Yeah, this opportunity is not happening twice, I know what needs to be done,” I reply, raising my beer before taking a sip.
“When that waitress gets here order me a burger, I’m going out for a cigarette,” Waylen says, walking away from the table.
“What’s going on with him?” I ask.
Harry leans back in his chair and grins. “He found out Leah’s friend Arya was stripping at their party and he wants her to be a surprise guest at ours every once and a while.”
“Fuck no,” I say, shaking my head.
I’m not about to bend and let Leah think I’m doing something for her. We do just fine without a striper and I’m not going to change shit up now. Especially something that will make Leah think I’ve gone soft.
When I told her the other night that I would seek legal action, I wasn’t kidding. She’s not going to take away something I created and bank off it. Fuck that.
“That’s what I told him but he’s thinking about more profit and he isn’t wrong. Maybe we find someone else?” he suggests.
I lean forward, resting my forearms on the table. “So that bitch can accuse me of stealing her idea? Fuck no, Harry. We’ve got a good thing going, nothing needs to change.”
He nods and drops the conversation. Wise choice because I will never allow it. Especially after seeing her flirting with that guy the other night. He had his damn shirt lifted and she was taking in his body like she was going fuck him right there.
It pissed me off for reasons I’ll never understand and just added fuel to the fire inside me.
She pushes me to a point that no one else is capable of. I want to fuck her as much as I want her gone.
“Guess who I ran into?” Waylen says, sitting back down.
I raise an eyebrow while Harry questions who.
“Arya, Leah’s friend,” he says.
I slam my fists down on the table and keep my angry gaze on him. “She’s not stripping for us. If you asked, go take it back now. That shit is not happening,” I growl.
He chuckles and takes a sip of his beer. “You should just fuck that chick already. It’s getting worse.” I go to interrupt but he continues. “I didn’t ask her to strip so chill the fuck out. But she did tell me something interesting.”
I stare at him only slightly relieved as his eyes bounce between me and Harry. “Fucking Christ, what did she tell you?” I hiss.
“She told me that Leah got a visit from Lucas Johnson too. He also asked her to come up with a design idea and needs to present it by the end of the week,” he says, raising an eyebrow.
I sigh and lean back, running my hands through my hair. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Dead serious,” he says.
“Fuck me. Did you tell her he gave me the same opportunity?” I ask, squeezing the back of my neck.
I’m suddenly tense as hell. It’s me against her and that shit always points in her favor. Not because it should but because she flirts her way in. Fuck.
“She told me she heard Lucas visited you too, that’s how it came up. I guess word is getting around.”
I close my eyes and blow out a breath. “She’s not going to fuck me over this time.”
“This is art vs art, my man, there’s no way she’s winning. You’re going to kick her ass,” Harry says.
He’s right. Lucas Johnson isn’t going to allow some tits and ass to sway his decision. This is as big a deal for him as it is for me. No fucking way is she taking this from me. I won’t eat, I won’t sleep, I won’t tattoo if that’s what it takes to get this design perfect.
