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“Sure.” I slide from the car and take the paper he hands over. “Who else wants an autograph while I wait?”
* * *
It seems like everyone does, and while fuck nut works on the cars with the female who I learned is named Amy, I sign autographs and smile for photos, laughing and joking with his staff while he glares at me. I purposely leave litter around the place and squish some fancy food under my heel, watching him almost have a heart attack.
“Clean that, won’t you?” I tell him as I pass and sit at Amy’s desk, crossing my legs on top of it. She simply smiles at me nervously, but it’s clear she’s loving this. I grin wider at that. She’s cute, with short, bobbed blonde hair, sharp blue eyes, a stern face, and a beautiful smile. She’s clearly young and trying to work her way up in this job, and she deserves the commission for putting up with the meat sack currently picking up my fallen food with a pinkie finger.
“Um, where would you like the cars delivered?” Amy asks.
“Those three to my house.” I point them out. “The others will be placed at these locations as giveaways.” I quickly scribble them down. “Here’s my manager’s number. Organize the deliveries with him.”
“Of course.” She quickly types and then glances up at me. “That was amazing, by the way.”
“Why, thank you. What can I say? I can’t stand stuffy assholes—oh, speak of the devil.”
He stops at our side, his face flushed with anger. “And how will you be paying, Miss Harrow?” he asks, his arms crossed.
“I could do cash if you like, but here.” I toss the black card at him. “And grab yourself a better fitting suit while you’re at it. There’s enough on there to cover it.”
His nostrils flare, and I ignore him, leaning back to grin upside down at Raffiel.
He stares the man down, his eyes hard. He’s a weapon, and right now, he looks like he’s ready to strike. “Is there a problem here?” he demands, his voice low and deadly. “Do we need to step into your office and have a word?”
Aww, I might melt a little at him trying to protect me, but I pat his chest. “I’ve got this, hot stuff. Why don’t you go lean against a car for me and take your shirt off for my new wallpaper?”
He raises his eyebrow at me. “Miss Harrow.” He sounds both resigned and amused, and I love it.
“No? Fine, keep the shirt.” I look at Astro. “Hottie, you’ll do it for me, won’t you?” I purr.
“Astro, if you take your shirt off, I will use it to strangle you,” Raffiel snaps without looking away. Leaning down, he gets in my face. “Now behave, Miss Harrow, please.” It’s almost ground out.
“Why? Worried you’ll snap?” I purr, scraping my nails down his chest.
He shudders, his nostrils flaring. It’s heady to see his reaction to me. “If you do not behave, Miss Harrow, I am within my rights to . . . punish you.”
“Well, don’t you threaten me with a good time.” I turn in my seat. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he breathes slowly as if looking for the patience to deal with me. “But I’m far too busy torturing tiny dick here, so I’ll get back to you later and we can discuss the types of punishments you are into.”
I hear him groan as I look away, and I don’t hide my grin even as Amy ducks her head, giggling but blushing. “I will just need your signature. I can handle anything else with your manager, Miss Harrow,” she says, pushing some papers across.
I quickly scribble my name and date it, and she scans through it with a nod before quickly and efficiently typing in something and then handing my card back.
“Everything else will be taken care of. Delivery will be as soon as possible, and as an apology for the horrible treatment you have received in this store, I have okayed some apology presents that will arrive with them.”
“You did what?” the dick manager roars.
She ignores him, folding her hands demurely on her desk and smiling at me. “Directly from the head office.” The manager blanches, and she shoots him a dirty look. “I’m sure your phone will be ringing soon, sir.”
Laughing, I get to my feet. “I like you. Make sure you get that commission, Amy, or call me and I will.” I put my card away, and with a wave at the other associates, I start heading to the door while the manager scrambles after me like a bad smell.
I stop before him, straightening his crooked tie for him. “Maybe next time, you shouldn’t assume anything. You clearly aren’t good at it. Oh, and if you want, you can call me Daddy now since it was my money.” I pat his ruddy cheek, slip on my shades, and head back outside, smiling and waving at the cameras.
I pose and wave and sign the autograph pages that are thrust at me. My new guards converge around me, keeping the crowd back as I slowly make my way to the car, trying to sign as many as I can.
When I reach the car, though, I hear a disappointed voice and quickly turn, scanning the crowd of men and women to see a small, teenage girl huddled at the back, trying to get through to me. One of my first ever albums is clutched in her grip, and her hopeful expression drops.
Ignoring Raffiel, I step around the open door and toward the crowd, fighting my way through.
“Move!” Raffiel barks, and I hear him pushing his way through behind me. When I glance back, I see he’s created a barrier with the others between them and me so I can stand alone with the girl.
