Page 16 of Billionaire Daddies Next Door

“I’m flattered, but I don’t give my number to customers.” I ripped his bill out of my receipt book and showed him the total. “Consider the compliment your tip, though. It’s been a week.”

He shoved a few bills in my hand, definitely more than his bill, and casually caressed his fingers over my wrist. “What if I said I’ll never come back? I wouldn’t be a customer then.”

His friends laughed easily as they piled out of their booth. He never took his eyes from mine, though. I’d give him credit for his style. It was smooth and might’ve worked if I was still twenty and into dating.

“As a businesswoman, I can’t hurt my business by losing customers. Nice try, though.” I reached up and lightly tapped his chin. “Come back again.”

His friends pretended to have to carry him out and the whole interaction felt light-hearted and fun. I couldn’t stop my smile from stretching wide as I walked back towards the register.

A hand snapped out and caught my wrist as I passed the guys’ table and I looked down to see Smith’s hand on me. I moved my gaze up his arm and to his face. There was heat in that gaze that made me want to take several steps back to avoid being burned.

Smith gently tugged me closer. “This uniform seems to make men stupid.”

Bear growled out his words like the grumpy beast he was. “I say we get rid of them and replace them with pants and a larger top.”

I scoffed. “You’re kidding.”

“You don’t mind men throwing themselves at you?” Chase sounded like he was daring me but I wasn’t sure of the dare. The energy was the same, though.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but I’m busy. If you three are just going to sit here and look like a bunch of grumpy old men, you can leave.” I shook Smith’s hand off my wrist. “Actually, I’d love it if you three left.”

“Every man in here has looked at your ass no less than ten times.” Smith crossed his arms over his chest. “Every time you bend over, the whole room takes a collective gasp, waiting to see if anything will slip out. The uniform should go. Unless you’re just going to wear it at your house or over to our house.”

“There’s nothing wrong with this uniform, assholes. Just stick with what you know and leave my diner alone.” I turned to leave but Bear had to go and open his mouth.

“I agree we need to change them.”

Glaring at them, I told myself to remain calm but it was useless. They’d pushed me too far. I grabbed a chair, climbed on it and then on top of their table. Looking around the diner, I flashed a bright smile at all the soldiers still finishing their breakfasts. “Hey, boys! This table here seems to think our uniforms are just a little too revealing. They want me to change them. What do you good fellas say?”

A rowdy amount of cheers rang out loud and it was pretty clear everyone else loved the uniforms. There were a few shouts which made me think I shouldn’t serve just anyone who walked through the doors, but most of them were respectable enough.

It didn’t seem like Bear liked them, though. He was on his feet and around the table before I even saw him move. I was still grinning at the room, feeling happy with my win, when Bear wrapped his thick arms around my thighs and tugged me over his shoulder. I screamed as he slapped his hand over my ass to hide my body from anyone else and struggled against his hold.

“Let me go, you barbarian!” I slapped my hands against his back but nothing bothered him.

I could hear Aaron and Charlie laughing and several other men cheering for Bear as he carried me through the diner and into the small hallway that led to my even smaller office. It was a joke to everyone else, but I could feel the tension in Bear’s body. The slamming of my office door shut out most of the sounds from everyone else but it left me with Bear in a tense silence that jolted my awareness.

In seconds, I found myself being manhandled from over his shoulder to the top of my desk, face first. Bent over my desk with my ass in the air, I didn’t even get a chance to call him an asshole before his big hand landed across my ass.

“You just flashed every man in the diner.” He landed another hard slap across my ass and pressed his big hand to the middle of my back so I couldn’t get up. While I struggled against his hold, he leaned down and growled just above my ear. “You’re being a brat and brats get spanked.”

A bolt of energy shot through my body and focused in my core. I felt myself grow wet and squeezed my thighs together, hoping he didn’t notice. My ass stung from his big hand and I wanted to remain indignant. I didn’t want him to know he’d somehow unleashed a kink I hadn’t even known about. Him calling me a brat while spanking me wasn’t something I wanted to want, but I couldn’t deny it.

I struggled even harder and my wiggling only resulted in the desk being cleared of everything sitting on top of it. I raised my leg to try and kick him but he blocked me.

“No one ever spanked you, did they? You’ve probably always been a brat. Not with me. You don’t get to show everyone your ass like that, Joanie.” He slapped my ass again and then leaned in so his thighs pressed into the backs of mine. “I shouldn’t know the color of your panties, Joanie. Those assholes out there definitely shouldn’t.”

I gripped the desk and gritted my teeth. I was too afraid to open my mouth, unsure of what I’d scream at Bear. I was furious but my body was eager for more.

He rained down several more spanks and then gripped the bottom hem of my uniform and slowly worked it up. I wiggled harder to try to get away, but even I could feel my attempt to escape looked pathetic. I wasn’t trying to get away.

Bear worked the material over my hips and ass, bunching it in his fist at the base of my spine. His hand landed on my ass again but he didn’t move it away. He gripped my ass cheek and squeezed. “If you’re eager to flash someone, here I am. Those assholes out there don’t get to see this. This isn’t for them. Do you understand?”

I found myself wanting to push him to see how far I could bend him before he snapped. “No. If I want to show them my body, I will.”

He slapped my ass harder and then ground his hips into mine. I could feel the hard length of his shaft digging into me. “You’re such a brat.”

“It would take a bigger man than you to correct that fact, Bear.”

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