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Dahlia glanced back at Trey, and her dark, uncertain eyes did something to him. This woman was the ultimate mindfuck. This right here had been the reason he’d kept her at arm’s length and shot down every angle of hiring her at the club. Her face, her body, her voice, and the innocence in every word. This was his ultimate weakness.
“What can I get you?”
You! Naked, submissive to my every command, sprawled out on my bed, completely mine!
Trey steeled his features, regaining his control. Barely. “What exactly are you serving?”
Her lashes shot up, and she immediately veered her gaze to her boss as if she knew the next words out of his mouth.
Manny smiled and cocked his brow. “For you, anything you want.”
Her body stiffened, and she stared down at the table, refusing to make eye contact. The innuendo was obvious. But Dahlia didn’t seem receptive. Good! It didn’t stop Trey from testing her.
Trey arched his brow. “Is that true?”
Dahlia glanced up through her lashes, unsure as she spared a look in Manny’s direction.
“Dahlia.”
She blinked, shifting her gaze to Trey. Gorgeous dark eyes pinned directly on him. It wasn’t the first time, but something was different. A vulnerability he hadn’t seen from her. Or maybe it was embarrassment or humiliation.
“A drink, a meal, or the check.” Dahlia scowled, glancing back at Manny. “That’s all I have to offer.”
Good answer, sweetheart.
“Whiskey,” Trey said.
Dahlia turned so quick she bumped into another man who reached out to steady her. For unexplainable reasons, seeing another man with his hands hovering over her ass had Trey clenching his jaw. Dahlia ducked away from his hold and rounded a large group of men by the bar. Then she disappeared.
It didn’t stop Trey from watching the area. He glanced back at one of his security, who had his eyes locked on Trey. He gestured toward the bar, and Jared moved through the crowd.
It was another few minutes before Dahlia came back and placed a napkin and his drink down, all the while avoiding eye contact.
“Anything else?” she asked.
“Look at me.”
She froze and then slowly glanced up through her lashes.
“What happened to your shirt?” Trey asked.
Dahlia cocked her head and knitted her brows. Trey remained silent, lowering his gaze to her breasts, which were now prominently on display since her shirt had shifted. He could see half of her red lace bra and a show of cleavage more suited for a strip club.
Dahlia glanced down and immediately dropped the tray to the floor, clasping the edges to cover herself.
“Shit,” she muttered. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even…” Her cheeks shaded to red, and she whipped her head, searching for what he assumed was a path for a getaway.
Before she could formulate a plan, Trey stood, gaining her and Manny’s attention. He slipped off his jacket and circled her back, draping it over her shoulders. It hung down to her mid-thigh, reminding him of her small stature compared to him. He grasped the collar of the jacket, tugging it over her breasts. With them only a few inches apart, he could smell her perfume. It was soft but sensual. And innocent. That only fueled his fire, and he turned to Manny.
“Do you always allow your customers to get aggressive with your staff?”
Manny widened his eyes. “I didn’t know they had.”
“You would if you had proper protection in place for your employees, especially the women. And considering the cash you make off them, I would think you’d take all the necessary precautions.”
“I guess he got a little carried away.”
“A little carried away?” Trey snapped with a sharp glare. “He ripped open her shirt and had her pinned against a fucking wall.” Trey ground his teeth, knowing he’d given too much away. He only would’ve known that information if he had been watching her. “And this?” Trey held up Dahlia’s arm, showing Manny her torn sleeve and the scraped elbow visible through the tear, welling small drops of blood. “This how you run your girls, Manny?”
