Page 70 of Tempting Her Dragons

“Seriously.” I sit straight and tug the towel around me. “I’m sure Ryker misses my antics.”

“Will you ask him that?” he laughs.

“You know I will.” He frowns. “You can come if you want.”

“I’m afraid there may be more blood if I do.”

“Ryker loves blood.” Not so much on the floor, but he’ll get over it.

“I know what it feels like to be inside you,” he says, tugging my face close. “Breaking a guy’s arm will be nothing compared to what I will do now if anyone fucks with you.”

Tingles race over my skin. Fuck, I’m getting turned on by the violence he promises.

I’m sweating in my leather pants. King’s gaze is burning me from the inside out.

When we got to the club, he sat at the bar, facing the tables I’m working, his legs spread, his elbows on the bar. No one can miss his constant stare. I doubt anyone will try to hit on me in his presence.

I wave my hand in front of my face. I can usually adjust my body temperature, but the heat is fucking with me.

“Why are you here?” Ryker asks, suddenly beside me, and I jump.

“Shit,” I gasp. I didn’t see him when I arrived. “It’s my job.”

“You should be home with your mates,” he scolds.

“King’s here,” I point out. Mav is joining him soon.

“That is the problem,” he says, glaring toward him. “I don’t want to clean up the mess your mates are going to cause.”

“They won’t,” I deny.

“Fuck, they will.” He leans on the table I was cleaning off. “They can’t help it.” He looks at King again. “How many times do you get hit on here?”

“It’s fine,” I say instead of answering. It would just prove his point.

“Where’s the other one?” he asks.

“He’s coming.”

“Great,” he mumbles.

“Ryker, there won’t be any problems.” I blink, giving him my best innocent expression.

“Uh-huh…” He drops his head back. “Who invited the rabbits?” He looks at me.

“Not me,” I say quickly, looking around his shoulder. Sally, Roxanne, and Mav are moving through the crowd. “You’ll love their mom.”

“I’m sure I will,” he grumbles. “But if she is anything like Sally, there will be trouble.”

“You love Sally. Everyone loves Sally,” I growl, ready to defend my friend.

“Of course I do, but you know she thrives on chaos,” he says.

That’s true. “She’s fun,” I say instead.

“Fun,” he whispers. He glares at the rabbits. “Are you ready for a career change yet?”

“Ryker,” I cry.

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