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Much better. Too bad he couldn’t do anything about her short skirt.
“Wear more clothes next time.”
“This is the uniform.”
“The uniform is what I say it is. And you were barely wearing it.”
“The more boob I show, the more tips I make.”
Was she hard up for money? That had to be it, right? The bread and butter, her refusal to fucking leave.
She was desperate.
And he admitted that there might be a sick part of him that liked it. But there was another part that didn’t.
Which was fucking confusing. Since when did he give a fuck about other people? At least, anyone who didn’t already belong to him.
He didn’t know this girl. He was just having some . . . weird reaction to her.
“Don’t go flashing your breasts to anyone, got me? No more.”
“Yes, boss. Of course, boss. Anything else I can do for you, boss?” She saluted him.
But instead of getting annoyed, like she was probably expecting, he just grinned wickedly at her. “Now, that’s the kind of subservience I like to see.”
Her eyes flashed with temper.
Oh, she didn’t like that, did she?
Then she should learn when to keep her mouth shut. Seemed this little girl had a temper.
“Now, you’re going to go back and wait outside the door until I call you in again. You’ll serve the drinks, then look to me to dismiss you, and when I do, you’ll go back out and wait in the passage.”
“Of course, Boss.”
“Actually, I prefer Sir.”
She was silent, staring up at him mulishly.
“Say it. Of course, Sir.”
“Of course, Sir.” She smiled at him. A wide smile that was pure sass. And his hand itched.
Who the hell was this girl? And why was he letting her get to him?
Turning away abruptly, he walked out of the supply room, not bothering to check that she was behind him.
Because, of course she would follow. She was now his puppy. Loyal and obedient.
Well, she better be.
Striding past The Scot, he came to a stop and pointed at the girl behind him. “Watch her. She’s to stay by the door in case we need her. No one touches her.”
The Scot gave him a nod. “I’ll watch the lass, Boss.”
“He gets to call you boss and I have to call you Sir?” she complained.
Turning on her, he pressed her back against the wall. He could allow her some sass when in private. But when others were around, especially men that didn’t belong to him, she was to show him complete deference.
He leaned in to whisper to her harshly. “You do not speak to me like that in front of others, do you understand? Or I will have to punish you. And you will not like it.”
She tensed. Was she finally getting it? Did she understand that in his world, he was at the top of the food chain? That there could be no chinks or weaknesses? Because they’d only be exploited.
He didn’t know how the hell he’d punish her. Though he knew what he wanted to do, and that was to pull her over his knee and spank her.
But he wouldn’t do that here . . . where someone else might see. No. No one was going to see that delectable ass but him.
Fuck. He’d never been this possessive of a woman before. Well, other than Elena. But he pushed thoughts of her aside.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“You’ll have to do better than that, Pequeña,” he whispered before stepping back and glaring down at her.
She kept her gaze down, her hands clenched in front of her.
The picture of subservience.
Only, he wasn’t really fooled.
“Well?”
“Sorry, Sir,” she told him. “I’ll wait out here until you call for me, Sir.”
Sighing, he stepped away. He didn’t have time for this. He didn’t know why he’d wasted so much time with her. There were other more important things for him to do.
Without a backward glance, he stepped into the room.
Reuben gave him a wry glance. He just glared back at him.
“About time, De Leon,” Jacques sneered. “Some of us have other things to do.”
“Did you take that piece out the back and give her some?” Sammy asked with a grin.
“Of course I fucking didn’t,” he snarled.
He was aware of Reuben’s warning look. Right, he couldn’t show any weakness. If they thought the girl was a soft spot for him, any one of these assholes would have no compunction about using her.
“She’s just an employee,” he added stiffly. “I don’t fuck the help.”
“Do you think you’re better than us because you have some twisted morals and rules?” Sammy asked. “You’re not.”
“I don’t give a fuck about morals. I’ll happily take her out back for a test run. Nice juicy ass like that is made to be fucked.” Vince laughed.
Dead. Man.
He was a dead man.
Reuben cleared his throat. “No one is fucking the help. We’re here for work. Maybe we could stop thinking with our dicks and get some shit done.”
