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One man wanted me; the other wanted to use me.
“Fine,” Mr. Bennett finally relented, his eyes never leaving my body. “A bargain it is. What do you want?”
I couldn’t believe I distracted him this much. Mr. Bennett’s eyes kept drifting to my legs in these damn heels.
“A twenty-percent reduction in fees and priority selection of inventory.” Bastian’s finger toyed with my thong through the thin fabric of my little black dress. “What would you like?”
“I want her.”
Bastian’s fingers dug into my body as he grit out, “Out of the question.”
“Not for an entire day. Just for an hour. Those lips look like they’d put a Hoover vacuum out of business.”
“You will not disrespect her.”
Mr. Bennett ignored him and jerked a thumb in the direction of his desk.
“Sitting on this chair all day while working past midnight bores me, and Felicia on her knees beneath my desk isn’t cutting it anymore. She has thin lips, she couldn’t fit a straw down her throat let alone my cock, and her legs look like stumps in heels. You know how it is.”
Bastian stepped forward, tucking me a little behind him, shielding me from Mr. Bennett’s eyes as he spoke, low and deadly, “I warned you not to disrespect Ariana once. You didn’t listen. I’m killing the contract.”
Bastian had been silent as Mr. Bennett spoke, something simmering beneath his surface. I didn’t know what I expected him to say, but it wasn’t that.
Bennett Brewery supplied most of our tap beer.
This was our biggest account.
Bennett had been an asshole, yes.
I hated him, duh.
I hated Bastian for bringing me here as his pawn, too.
But he’d just stood up for me. Against a man who essentially made our bar business what it was.
For the first time, uncertainty swam in Mr. Bennett’s eyes.
“She’s just a woman. One girl. This is… this is both of our businesses. Ten million dollars of inventory you’d have to replace.”
“Her worth is none of your business, and I have dozens of suppliers who could take your place in a heartbeat. Good luck explaining to your share holders how you lost a ten-million-dollar account because you think with the wrong head.”
Bastian turned and led me out of the room, his hand still on my back, keeping me in front of him, a barrier between me and Bennett.
The car already waited for us when we reached the valet stand. Bastian helped me into the car, got in on his side, and started the engine.
We sat in silence as he drove for a few minutes.
“I’m sorry,” Bastian finally broke the silence, his words surprising me yet again today. “The restaurant and bar both keep over one hundred-people employed. This is… was our biggest account. Stephen Bennett raised the price per barrel of beer last month, and I needed him to lower it or I’d have to make cuts elsewhere. Most likely in the staff hours. I brought you here because Stephen loves gorgeous girls with sexy legs, but I didn’t expect him to be an ass to you. You didn’t deserve that.”
“You’re an ass to me,” I pointed out, my mind unable to process that he’d just called me gorgeous and sexy in one sentence, and he’d done all that for his employees.
It put Bastian in a different light.
One I wasn’t ready to shine on him.
“True,” he admitted. “But it’s different when you like it.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You are delusional.”
