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“Anything else you fellas need?”
The younger officer looked up with an appreciative smile and opened his mouth to order.
“No,” Jasper barked, his tone extra annoyed like it was all the time lately. Everything pissed him off these days, including me.
“Okay,” I said easily, as if his words didn’t hurt. “Holler if you need anything.”
I stood a little taller as I walked away to check on my other tables, and that was the last I saw of Jasper until he approached me just as I was leaving for the day.
“I need you to work Lucky Lopez tonight. Ten-thirty to three.” Without waiting for an answer, he walked away, so sure I would step in to help him out because I always did.
Sadly, I probably always would.
With that cheerful thought, I made my way home and took a quick nap, thoughts of Jasper and my baby heavy on my mind.
Chapter Fifteen
Jasper
It was late as fuck, and here I was, still wasting my time in the back office at Lucky Lopez. As much as I bitched and moaned about Sadie taking it over, I was happy to give the place back to her.
I had no interest in running a titty bar, especially one like this that was a logistical fucking nightmare to start with, but with an extra floor and double the capacity of drunk, horny customers, this place was a shit show waiting to happen.
The increase in security had done fuck all to deter customers. If anything, they came back night after night, hoping to relive the excitement of Sadie’s shooting.
Sadie would love to see this shit, and I was sure Thomas told her all about it because he spent all of his daytime hours at her side. Truth was, I didn’t even know when the fuck he slept because he was here from sundown until closing, making sure this place looked just as Sadie wanted it when she woke up. Which she still hadn’t fucking done yet.
So Lucky Lopez was my headache. For now.
A knock sounded on the door, brisk and hard enough to be heard over three levels of music. I glanced at the clock and sighed. It was half-past midnight, which meant it could be anyone on the other side of that door. Chances were slim I wanted to deal with any of them.
“Come in.” I sat back with a sigh; arms folded to let the intruder know they weren’t welcome.
The door opened, and the sight of Addison Beck shocked the shit out of me. She had become a regular at the club, hoping to get information on me, my mother, and my business any way she could. It was her appearance that left me stunned.
Instead of her usual boxy black, gray, or blue suit, she had on tight jeans that showed off the fact that she was fit. Fit as fuck with lean muscular legs and a tight, round ass. She wore a lace top that highlighted her breasts and her trim waist. Her tits pushed out just a little as she sauntered inside with a coy smile and shut the door.
“You’re here so much I might have to put you on payroll,” I told her with a laugh.
“I’m overqualified to work here,” she cooed, making it clear that tonight she wasn’t here to pump me for information or my customers; she was here for dick.
“Hardly,” I shrugged. “Most of my girls are college students. A few are grad students looking to graduate without a mountain of student debt like you have.”
“Good for them.” The words came out on a low whisper, and Beck licked her lips. “But I’m not here to talk about your employees.”
“Yeah? What are you here to talk about?”
“You. Me. Things.”
Things? I let my head fall back as a roar of laughter escaped. “Is this your big plan, Addison? You thought you could fuck me and get me to reveal a few Ashby family secrets? Tell you the ins and outs of our business?” I stood and put my hands flat on the desk so barely two inches separated our faces.
Beck was no pushover; she stuck her chin out and arched a brow. “And if it is?”
“No one is a good enough fuck to get me to talk.” Not even Mo, who was a world-class fuck and gave the best head I ever had in my life.
Addison licked her lips again before they curled up into a seductive grin. Heat filled her eyes and flushed her skin, but it was the stiff peaks poking through the black shirt that told me this wasn’t just about information. Agent Beck was horny and looking for a quick, hard fuck.
“I am,” she shot back on a breathless sigh.
“Yeah?” Her bravado was impressive and, yeah, intriguing too, but this wasn’t her. I rounded the desk and marched toward her, and just like I expected, she backed up, giving me the advantage. Her eyes widened in surprise when she found her body sandwiched between me and the wall, equal parts fear and desire swimming in her blue eyes.
