Page 68 of Bombshell

I didn’t say anything until we were inside Pepper’s office with the door closed. But once we no longer had an audience, I spun around and stared up at him.

“Micah, why are you so worked up? Is it that Pepper let Crowns in the door or the fact that I’m wearing what all her waitresses wear?”

“Both,” he clipped out. “I can see entirely too much of your skin, and those bastards don’t get to talk to you like they fucking know you. Get on some goddamn clothes!”

I stepped closer to him and placed my hands on his chest. “I won’t go near their table again. I’ll have Pepper do it. But this is the uniform. Pepper is even wearing it.”

“I don’t give a fuck what Pepper is wearing. But I don’t want other men seeing what’s mine.”

What’s his? I stood there, staring up at him, trying not to smile like a lunatic. He’d just called me his. Yes, I was his, but hearing him say it when we weren’t having sex and he wasn’t talking about my vagina made my heart squeeze.

“Okay,” I said finally. “I’ll change.”

He narrowed his eyes, studying me. “You will?”

I nodded.

“Thank you.”

“On one condition,” I told him.

“What’s that?”

“When we go back out that door, you don’t cause any problems for Pepper.”

He scowled. “She shouldn’t have let the fucking Crowns in here.”

“They’re paying customers, and this isn’t a bar owned by The Judgment.”

He sighed and nodded. “Fine. But you stay away from their table. If that bastard tries to talk to you again, I’ll put his head through the fucking wall.”

I smiled then. “Noted. Now, go back out there so I can get changed.”

Micah ran his hand over my bare stomach. “I want to watch.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because Pepper needs my help, and if you watch me change, then…”

“I’ll bend you over her desk and fuck you. Is that what you’re saying, Tink?”

I nodded, feeling my face flush as my body instantly began to tingle.

“Looks to me like you want to be fucked, baby. That needy look just clouded those pretty eyes,” he said, taking a step toward me.

The door swung open, and Pepper came storming in, looking almost identical to Micah when he’d walked in the bar tonight and seen me waiting on the Crowns.

“I have three new tables out there, Micah! Stop causing problems and making a scene!” she yelled at him.

He held up both his hands. “I’m not causing any problems. I just want Tink in some clothing that covers her up more.”

If looks could kill, Micah would be dead.

Pepper stalked over to him and jabbed his chest with her pointer finger. “That’s real fucking rich, coming from a man who used to date strippers!”

Micah grabbed her wrist. “Fuck. Not date. And they weren’t Tink. You know it’s different.” He dropped her wrist then and looked back at me.

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