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“You can’t say things like that here,” she hisses, placing her drinks on a circular tray. She keeps her back to me as she talks to the other girls, ignoring me.
I have all the time in the world. I wait until she’s done before I speak again. “Is this normal to have to wait ten minutes before being offered a drink?”
Her eyes narrow and her lips purse. It reminds me of a pucker before you blow a kiss.
“If you don’t start to behave, I’ll jump over that counter and kiss you. I will not tolerate you actively ignoring me.”
“Dante isn’t here,” she hisses, making sure no one can hear our conversation.
“I know.” I look her up and down, allowing my eyes to linger on every beautiful curve I want to kiss. “I came here for you. Did you miss me?”
She scoffs. “No.” Her tone doesn’t match the way her eyes sparkle when she’s talking to me.
“Liar,” I whisper. “I’m coming up tonight. Make sure to wear one of your cute see-through pajama sets.” I wink, enjoying the way I fluster her.
“Hi, handsome.” I look down and see one of the skeletons that work here and they ask, “Want a lap dance?”
My lips curl in disgust, my brow drawing up. “Not in this lifetime.” I turn my attention back to Sienna, but she’s filling more drinks while another girl stands waiting for them.
When she faces me, her face falls for a second and I spin around, eyeing the room. I check over my shoulder to see what caught her attention but see nothing. When I look back at her, she’s looking at me with an odd expression.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, feeling for my concealed gun.
“I was about to ask you the same question.” She tilts her head, watching me.
“Your face changed,” I respond. She’s still looking clueless. Had I imagined it?
A firm hand squeezes my shoulder and Dante slides in beside me. He cups the back of my neck and drags me away from the counter. The only reason I’m allowing this is because I don’t want to jeopardize Sienna’s job here.
Once behind closed doors, I slap his hands away. “Why are you cockblocking me?”
“Those are my girls. Keep your dick in your pants. I don’t want you messing with my business. If you need a date, I’ll set you up on one.”
“I find women like Sienna don’t like my type of foreplay. I’ll keep my hands off,” I lie. I wonder what Siennadoeslike. I plan to find out very soon.
Chapter 17: Sienna
IwatchasTanya,the table dancer from the party after the fight, offers Max a lap dance while licking her lips like he’s her next meal. I pretend not to be paying attention to their interaction, attempting to busy myself with making drinks.
He hardly gives her a glance, and when he does look at her, his face is filled with utter annoyance. I relish his reaction, while she clearly flirts with him and refuses to notice his irritation.
I keep my face down, turning to grab a beer, but a laugh bubbles at the back of my throat until I swallow it, causing a rupture of fluttering in my stomach. Cracking the tab, I hand it over to Tanya, who’s glaring at me, while I try to mask my smirk. Max looked at her like she was a small rodent he wanted to stomp.
Tanya is gorgeous, slim, great hair, big boobs; the men go crazy over her, but not Max. She looks disturbed that he refuses to give her any of his time, and doesn’t quite understand it. I get that her personality is worse than watching paint dry, but he doesn’t know that. In my experience, men only like so much personality and prefer looks over any kind of individuality.
Whatever the reason, my heart opens more to Max. My skin breaks out into a sweat as I realize that I like Max, my stalker, the guy who wanted to kill me.
I lift my arms, pretending to grab a bottle down from the high shelf to cool off my armpits, before looking at the thermostat. It’s no warmer than any other day.Get yourself together.
The sound of a tray hitting the counter has me turning to grab the order held out for me. I try to focus, get my head back in the job, but it keeps circling back to Max.
Max places down a hundred-dollar bill for his untouched drink and shoves off the bar without saying a word. He meets Dante a few steps away and they walk out of the bar. My eyes trail them, and I’m left staring at the exit for a moment after they’re gone.
“I thought I recognized you, Sienna.” I spin on my heels, staring at a man who’s taken a seat at my bar. “I know your pops quite well.”
Up until a few months ago, I’ve never seen the man before, but he knows me. I recognize him from the dinner fundraiser Dante had me attend with him.
“Can I help you?” I ask, cautiously.
