Page 56 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 20

Roar walked behindthe counter of the bar. Sweeping his gaze around the room, he understood Peer's text five minutes ago asking for help. The Fire Ring was packed.

Lizzy filled pitchers, trying to keep up with the customers out on the floor while helping pour drinks. He strode up to her and kissed the side of her head. She stiffened, until realizing it was him touching her.

"Hey, you." She stretched for another glass, never stopping.

"I'll fill the beer orders." He grabbed the paper and looked for the number needed.

"That'll help." She smiled in relief, moving away. "I need four more pitchers."

He looked out at the crowd. It appeared some kind of sports group gathered together going by the adrenaline hyping them all up and the talk of hits in the ninth inning.

Lizzy carried two trays of food out to the tables and hurried back to the counter, loading up the pitchers. She glanced up at him.

He winked, making her smile.

Monica and Coco raised their voices, calling out orders. He grabbed three more pitchers, freeing Peer to work on the mixers.

It took fifteen minutes to get all the customers settled and the servers back on schedule. Roar slapped Peer on the back and nodded his respect. The Slag member was used to chaos, and he'd handled working with the women better than any of them could.

A female customer came to the counter and leaned against the wood. Roar stepped away from Peer, leaving him to his job and the woman reached over the bar and grabbed his wrist.

"You look like you could play a mean game of pool." Her fingers softened, and she licked her lips. "Want to join me?"

Lizzy stepped up to the bar and slid a tray across, looking the woman up and down before puckering her lips at Roar. "Do you want to join her?"

The sickly-sweet tone of Lizzy's voice wasn't lost on him. He never would've guessed her as someone who was jealous. He tilted his head as if contemplating the offer, enjoying her discomfort because that emotion was only for him.

"I'll even buy you a beer if you'll be my partner." The woman squeezed her arms against her sides, pressing her breasts up. "Pretty please."

Lizzy barely checked herself from rolling her eyes before she walked away, but he'd seen it. All evening, he'd made trips into the bar to check on her, making it a point to touch or kiss her, letting everyone in the bar know she was his. What was apparent to others had been lost on her. She was more concerned about others seeing her touching her boss.

Taking pity on Lizzy, Roar turned the woman's offer down, explaining he belonged to the pretty server.

The woman walked away to find someone else, and he observed the pleased look on Lizzy's face before she returned to pick up another tray of drinks.

Checking the time, he had twenty minutes until Lizzy took her lunch break. He'd wait.

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WARM, TIRED, AND HUNGRY, Lizzy walked down the hallway to the breakroom when she spotted Roar leaning against the back door. She glanced behind her to see who he was waiting for and found herself alone with him.

He crooked his finger at her and opened the door. She hurried to him and stepped into the alley.

"What's going on?" she asked.

He twined his fingers with hers and led her toward the clubhouse. "I need to show you something."

"Now?"

"Ja." He passed the members hanging outside and brought her into the clubhouse.

Like the night of the party, people were having a good time, listening to music, and in all sorts of compromising positions. She hurried to keep up with Roar without gawking at anyone.

He took her upstairs and opened his room. Looking at him, she could only follow his head nod and go inside. Once the door was shut and locked, he wrapped his arms around her and walked her backward to the bed.

"I want you." He captured her mouth.

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