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Angel grinned. “I have a shop on Etsy, although if you let me measure you I can make you one for free.” She figured it didn’t hurt to get in good with the front desk if she was going to be coming to Stronghold on a regular basis.
“Oh no, if you have a shop I’ll order one. Although, I wouldn’t say no to a discount.”
“You’d better order one of the shirts too,” a deep masculine voice chimed in. “In fact one of those shirts would be perfect. Any kind of shirt at all would be welcome.”
Lexie glared and Angel giggled as she turned. The big man had come up behind her and had obviously been listening to the conversation. “Angie, this is Jared... one of my many self-appointed big brothers. Jared, this is Angie.”
“Hello Angie.”
“Nice to meet you... Sir.” Angel tacked the honorific on to the end, assuming by his size and the strength of his presence that he was a Dom. Even if he wasn’t, couldn’t hurt to be careful.
“If you could make Lexie some shirts, nice and high necked like this one, we’d all appreciate it.” He grinned down at her, obviously teasing Lexie and yet entirely serious about the suggestion as well.
The young woman bristled. “There are plenty of women who wear a lot less than I do when they come to the club, Jared.”
“Um...” Angel didn’t want to get involved in this, but she did want to know where she was supposed to go next.
Just then a side door banged open; it was almost concealed as part of the wall so she hadn’t noticed it immediately. Lexie jumped and spun around as Jared seemed to stand a little straighter.
The newcomer was shorter than Jared but not by much. His skin was several shades darker than Jared’s, his head completely bald and he had a wicked looking scar running down the side of his face. The kind women might swoon over as being dangerous. And speaking of not being dressed in much, he was wearing nothing more than a pair of leather pants. Not that Angel was going to complain, because the scenery was delightful.
He fixed Lexie with a look that could have killed. “Why is it you haven’t let me know Angie arrived yet? And why are you keeping her out here instead of sending her into my office?”
“Because we were talking and I was getting to know her. She got here early so it’s not like she’s late yet. Sir.” The tone of Lexie’s voice was distinctly bratty and Angel stared at the back of her head with something like awe. She didn’t know if she’d have the balls to talk like that to this man. Beside her she could feel Jared moving away, returning to his post, leaving her and Lexie alone with Mr. Wrathful.
Dark eyes like onyx skimmed over Lexie’s attire. “Why aren’t you wearing more clothes? I told you to stop dressing like this.”
“This is more than I wore last week and I’m within dress code for the club. Deal with it.”
“The dress code is for the floor, not for employees.”
“Well I’m not allowed on the floor, remember? I should be able to dress however I want.” Now Lexie’s tone was distinctly mocking, and the storm clouds on the man’s face were growing. Obviously he was some kind of boss—and maybe even lover—to Lexie. He sounded like a jealous lover. And Lexie was poking the bear, trying to get some kind of reaction. Angel was ready to give her a medal for bravery. She didn’t want to draw any attention to herself while the man was glaring like that.
“You’ll be on the floor for your damn Valentine’s Day party.”
Lexie snorted. “That’s not in return for my outfits, that’s because you don’t want me going away for a weekend with Tyler.”
“Damned right I don’t. I’ll let you throw the damned party but I’m not going to act happy about it. And you’d better not try to sneak out early with the little bastard.”
Even though her back was to Angel, she could tell Lexie was rolling her eyes as her fists found their way to her hips. “Who died and made you king?”
“Your brother left me in charge.”
“He sure as hell did not.”
“As good as.”
Angel sneezed. Which she regretted on several levels. Watching Lexie and Mr. Scary battle was as good as a soap opera. The sexual tension levels were out of this world, although Lexie was obviously seeing someone else. The dark eyes that had been glaring at Lexie were focused on her and he still looked pissed as hell.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered as Lexie handed her a tissue.
“Don’t worry about it,” Lexie said. She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “This is Stronghold’s owner, Master Patrick. He’s in a mood right now. Don’t let it bother you. I don’t.”
A growling noise sounded from behind her but Lexie ignored it, flipping up her skirt before she sat back down. Angel was pretty sure she’d given Master Patrick a pretty good view of what was under it. The look on Lexie’s face was part defiant, part fearful, and part expectant.
“Come on back, Angie.”
Patrick strode away through the door he’d popped out of, leaving it open behind him.
