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“Never seen eyes get so big,” he teased. I poked my tongue out at him daringly.
Without a word, Jett lent forward, dragged me to him, and kissed me soundly in front of everyone. I heard a cough, sat back from Jett, and looked dazed at the girl tapping a pen against her pad. She glared at me and smiled at Jett. Bitch, I thought as I gathered my bewildered thoughts together. Jett’s kisses blew me away. The world could end, and I wouldn’t know. I stared at Jett and saw him watching, amused.
“Huh?” I said as I realised the waitress had strutted off.
“Ordered for both of us.” Jett smirked and sat back, folding his arms behind his head, looking supremely satisfied with himself. Damn that man and what he did to me!
Chapter Four.
Jett remained a gentleman throughout our date. He was funny and courteous, ignoring the waitress, despite the constant attempts to gain his attention. When Jett paid the bill, I was shocked to see her pass Jett a receipt with her phone number. On leaving the table, I snatched it from Jett’s hand and, avoiding the amused twitch of Jett’s lips, I stormed over to the surprised-looking bimbo.
“My man doesn’t need your number. What type of tart are you that hands her number to a guy when he’s on a date? Are you seriously that desperate?” I exclaimed, drawing attention from other tables. The woman grew red and opened her mouth when another voice interrupted.
“Do you have an issue, ma’am? I’m the manager here,” a man inquired, appearing from nowhere. Jett arrived next to me, a hand on my waist.
“Is there a problem?” I asked, looking incredulous.
“Well, yes, you look irate.”
“I am freaking angry. I’m on a date, and this idiot of a bimbo has been thrusting boobs in Jett’s face whenever she’s approached the table and sending me dirty looks. We came for a pleasant meal. Not a chance for a tart to gain attention by being the biggest slapper in the restaurant. Then the stupid bitch gives my date her phone number in front of me. What the hell?”
The guy looked shocked at my tone of voice and didn’t want me to cause a scene. Tough!
“Oh, wow, um,” the manager stuttered, and I cut him off with a wave of my hand.
“Is this how you promote your food and establishment? Whore out waitresses, so men return? Jett and I wanted a quiet meal, not to watch the bimbo of the year thrust boobs and ass at us. The waitress’s attention to my date was very attentive. She was as rude as shit to me. I’m disgusted,” I snapped, pointing my finger at him and then at her.
“You go, honey; she’s been trying to eye fuck my man for the last hour. And he’s wearing a ring!” another woman chimed in, and I heard Jett chuckle.
“My husband spilt water, and she offered to pat him down!” a second voice interrupted. The whore in question tossed her hair back in defiance, but there was a red tinge to her cheeks.
“Any idea who this man is? Rage MC? From what I understand, Rage holds a lot of influence around these parts, the same as the HQ for the Phoenix Trusts. Phoe is a friend of ours. Just imagine how your business will look when Rage and the Trusts get done with you!” a customer declared behind my back before I could comment. The manager grew puce.
“I think I might agree with the customer,” I said with a firm nod.
Okay, maybe I was stepping over the line.. Honestly, I didn’t know what Rage and Phoenix would do. But the customers threat worked well as the man hurried the bimbo out of the way and promised us he’d manage this. With a glare, I turned my nose up at the staff and gathered my icy pride around me. The customer who’d spoken up offered me a haughty nod and I smiled back at her. Smugly, I slipped my hand inside Jett’s and led him out the door. Still glaring, I hissed a second ‘tart’ at the woman manning the podium, who blanched.
Outside, Jett tugged me into a doorway, grabbed me in a bear hug, and buried his face in my neck. Jett’s entire frame shook, and I thought for a few seconds he was angry, then I realised he was laughing. Jett finally lifted his head and looked at me, trailing a finger down the side of my cheek, and I leaned into Jett’s hand.
“Shy and retiring? Not fuckin’ likely. Artemis or Marsha, even Phoe, I could see making a scene like that, didn’t think you had that in you kitten.”
“Jett, I’m not a pushover,” I explained, pouting. “Confrontation is something I avoid if possible. But I’m not afraid of it.”
“No, baby, you ain’t,” Jett mused, his eyes warm. He tilted my head and kissed me. As usual, Jett controlled the kiss, and I was a hot, wet mess by the time he finished. Jett left me clinging to him, dazed as always, and slanted a slight smile in my direction.
“Love seeing that expression on you. Makes me feel good,” Jett murmured huskily. The evidence of how our kiss affected Jett pressed into me, and I cupped his cock through his jeans. Jett groaned as I squeezed gently, and he grabbed my hand.
“Jett,” I sighed.
“Told you, kitten, gonna do this and you right,” Jett replied.
Huh, I narrowed my gaze.
Shy, I may be, but I knew I desired Jett. I hissed, and Jett’s eyes widened, and he laughed again. Jett dragged me out of the doorway and slung an arm around my shoulders. He drew me against his body and into his warmth. Still stunned by the kiss, I didn’t realise Jett led us towards Rage until we were nearly on the forecourt.
“Jett?” I asked, suddenly dragging my feet. Jett stopped and looked down at me.
“What’s up, kitten?”
