Page 130 of Knot What I Expected

Oh, hell no. I yank my wrist free.

“Havoc—”

“I paid her an extra hundred dollars for this party,” Dick says.

Havoc reaches into his back pocket, pulls out his wallet, and drops two hundred-dollar bills onto the nearest table.

“There.”

I stare at the money. Then at him.

“You cannot buy me out of my shift,” I whisper-scream at him.

“Wasn’t buying you.”

“You just paid my boss.”

“Compensated him.”

“That’s the same fucking thing!”

“No, it isn't.”

Dick snatches up the money.

Traitor.

“Have a nice night, Gabby. See you Thursday.”

“Dick!”

“What?” He shrugs. “You’ve been here all damn day, you fixed my keg, and these women are assholes.”

“Hey!” Lindsey protests.

Dick points toward the front.

“Your stripper’s late. Call the company.”

Then the bastard walks away. I turn slowly toward Havoc.

“You are unbelievable.”

“Been called worse.”

“I am working.”

“Not anymore.”

“You don't get to decide that!”

“Fine.”

“Fine?”

“Yeah.” He steps closer. “You wanna stay, stay.”

I blink.