Page 61 of Rescued By The Dragon

Dorran opened the door to our restaurant, and I nearly choked at the madhouse. Sarah, the new server, was scrambling around like a lunatic with a coffee pot in one hand, and an empty plate in the other.

Frankie was drenched in sweat, his brows pulled down in that crazed look he gave me when he was pissed.

His attention drew to the door, and he halted, the spatula falling to the floor. “Amara,” he said, his gaze lifted to Dorran who seemed interested in our conversation. “Can you come to the back, please?”

I took a step and Dorran towered over me.

“I’ll be right back. Grab us a table.”

Dorran looked unbothered and did as I asked. Frankie grabbed my forearm and jerked me into the kitchen. “Where in the hell have you been? You get your little mate and disappear? No nothing? Helena has been in here all day, and I swear I’m gonna go to jail for murder if she doesn’t back off me.”

I chuckled, knowing Frankie well enough to know that he wouldn’t, but I felt that in my bones.

His gaze averted toward the kitchen window.

Dorran leaned against the tiled counter, unbothered by the hot lamp. “How much?”

Frankie cleared his throat. “How much what?”

“To knock off Helena?”

Frankie’s brows lifted and he chuckled. “Cheaper than you think. I’m Frankie.”

“Dorran,” he said, offering him a handshake. “It looks like you’re understaffed. I’ll see about getting some help in here until you can hire someone.”

Frankie perked up. “That would be great. Thank you. What can I get you two to eat?”

“Biggest burger you have, with fries,” he said.

“Chicken strips,” I said. “Onion rings.”

“You got it.”

Frankie turned around to put in the order. I walked out into the sitting area and slid into the booth he picked out.

Dorran wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer to him. “This place is going to go under if we don’t help it. As badly as I want to let Helena sink, I don’t want you to go down with her.”

“Thank you for your help.”

Dorran tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and lowered his voice. “You don’t have to thank me, Amara. That’s what I’m here for, Baby Girl.”

That name lit me on fire like a teenager. There was no hiding it. My blood warmed, and pressure ached between my thighs. It was silly and juvenile, but I couldn’t help it.

The corner of Dorran’s mouth lifted into a smile. “Do you like that?” he whispered.

I nodded. “Maybe a little.”

Dorran’s palm curled around my thigh, and he squeezed me in his grip. “Maybe I’ll take you back to the alley like before, but this time I’ll strip you out of your clothes, and screw you into the brick—,”

Sarah stopped at our table. “Sorry guys. What can I get you to drink?”

Dorran sat up straight. “I’ll have a glass of tea, please.”

Sarah scribbled it down and glanced over at me. “Amara?”

I sputtered around for a moment and finally found my ground. “Water, please.”

Dorran kept his distance most of lunch, other than a few glances and sucking his straw in a way that made me weak.

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