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I don’t even know why I’m walking over here. But as I reach his chair, I stand over him with my tray tucked under my arm.
“Those women at that table are talking about you,” I say quietly.
A mischievous smile plays on his lips. “Oh yeah? What did they say?”
“Well, apparently you slept with one of them. And the older one is interested in shooting her shot.”
His grin stretches wider, but he doesn’t even glance in their direction. His eyes remain on me. “What should I do?” he asks, and it feels like he’s teasing me. But why would he? I don’t care if he sleeps with any of them, or all of them for that matter. We’re just friends.
I force myself to look unaffected. “I don’t know. Go talk to them, I guess.”
“You could give them a message for me. Or, what if I order each of them a drink and have you deliver them for me?”
Okay, he’s definitely teasing me. Suddenly, I notice that my neck muscles are painfully tight and I have to force my shoulders to relax from their tense position.
“What would you like to order?” I ask with a cold expression on my face.
He licks his lips, and I feel a flutter low in my belly.
“A whiskey, double, neat,” he says, looking up at me.
“I don’t think they drink whiskey. One of them is sipping on a spiked seltzer.” I can’t help but sound judgmental in my response, but Ronan only laughs.
“It’s not for them. It’s for me,” he replies playfully. “And for you, if you’ll have a drink with me.”
“I’m working.”
“So you don’t want to make them jealous? I’ll let you sit on my lap while you drink it,” he replies with a smirk.
I’m struggling to hold my tense expression. Stepping closer to him, I place a hand on each of the arms of his chair, leaning toward him as I whisper, “You’re not going to use me to pit women against each other, Mr. Kade.”
His knee is between my legs, and with a little nudge, he rubs it against the inside of my thigh, and I let out a little gasp when he does.
“Who says I’m pitting you against them? You’d be surprised what a jealous woman will do to win a man’s attention, Daisy.” His voice is low with a smoky growl that makes the flutter in my stomach feel more like an assault.
“You’re a pig,” I reply jokingly, trying to pull away, but as soon as I try, he wraps a hand around the back of my thigh, tugging me closer until my knee lands on the chair between his legs, dangerously close to the spot he definitely doesn’t want me landing on.
Suddenly, I’m practically in his lap, straddling one leg, and he’s smiling, but instead of that devious grin, it’s warm with laughter. “Daisy, relax. I’m joking. But I think I like seeing you so riled up.”
“Very funny,” I reply, swatting at his chest.
I need to stand up, but it seems to take forever. Forcing myself out of his lap is like jumping into an icy pond. It’s far warmer and more comfortable here. The moment I’m standing up, putting space between us, I want to be back in his lap.
His laughter follows me as I walk toward the bar to get his drink. On my way, I glance at the table of women and find them glaring at me with jealousy-infused hatred, and I know it’s awful, but it makes me smile.
* * *
At nearly three in the morning, I’m standing under the hot shower in the giant tiled bathroom in Ronan’s penthouse.
Not a single song lyric enters my tired brain. It’s just a foggy, thoughtless void as I let the hot water warm me to my core. The club was so loud. After hours and hours there, I can still hear the music playing in my head like an echo, when all I really want is silence.
Tonight, there’s a new sound infused with the music. The sound of sex, and lots of it.
I can’t help but wonder what it might be like in the VIP room, and not as a waitress. But just as myself. I picture myself walking naked across the room. Ronan would never let me do that, of course. He’d find me. He’d shove me against a wall and cover my naked body with his own.
Maybe, he’d put me over his knee. Spank me. I can almost feel his harsh palm against my backside.
This is so wrong. I know it, but we all have scratches that need to be itched from time to time. Reaching up to the showerhead, I lift it from the base and turn the intensity higher. Then with my back against the wall, I hold it over the pulsing spot between my thighs that aches after a very long night of being aroused.
