Page 3 of Savage Bosses

Although Marcus called my name, his gaze is glued to Mr. Tall and Handsome. “You alright?” he asks, his attention still on the stranger.

“I’m good, Marcus. I was just talking to…” I turn back to Mr. Handsome when I realize I’ve had an entire conversation with the man and still don’t know his name.

Before he can answer, Marcus cuts him off. “Come on back to the table. I want to spend the rest of my night with my girl.”

Wow, it’s been a long time since Marcus showed me his jealous side. Usually, it’s me having to check some overly friendly female.

Turning to the stranger, I offer him an apologetic smile. “It was nice talking to you.”

He grins, giving me one last sight of that handsome smile. “You too.”

Marcus pulls me away from the bar and leads me back to the table. I hate to admit it, but I turn to look over my shoulder at the stranger one last time. There’s something about the man that draws my attention to him. I need one last glance. He’s there, leaning against the bar with his drink in his hands. His gaze is still on me. He dips his chin when he notices me staring. I quickly turn back around.

I doubt I’ll ever see the man again, but I’ll never forget the encounter.

CHAPTER 2

Never Say Never

Tiffany

T

wo weeks after Marcus’ birthday finds me at my usual coffee spot near my house.

When I went to college for interior design, I had all these high hopes of designing homes and businesses for my rich clients. I never would have thought that most of my job would be me running errands for my bitch of a boss.

“Tiffany?” the barista calls my name.

I step forward and take my two cups of coffee. Turning to leave, I smash into the chest of a stranger. Hot coffee spills on my hands and down the front of the stranger’s shirt.

“Oh my goodness. I’m so sorry.” Grabbing some extra napkins off the counter behind me, I attempt to help the large man wipe his shirt. The guy snatches the napkins out of my hands abruptly.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” he shouts at me.

It’s times like this I have to remember the lessons I learned in kindergarten. Like keep your hands to yourself.’

“It was an accident,” I explain.

“Yeah, well maybe if you were paying attention instead of walking around with your head up your ass, I wouldn’t be suffering from third degree burns.”

Take a deep breath, Tiffany. Don’t curse this man out.

“Sir, you bumped into me.”

He scoffs as he tries to dab at his shirt. “Now you’re playing the victim. Try to tell that to the cops.”

Is he serious? Looking around the coffee shop, I try to find the camera crew because clearly this is a prank. There is no way this man could be this dramatic.

“Like I said, it was an accident. One that you caused.”

“Fucking bitch,” he shouts. And at this point I’ve had enough. Tess will just have to go without her latte today. I toss my hands up and start to walk away. The guy grabs my arm in a tight grip and yanks me up against his chest.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

My heart starts to race and the hairs on my arm stand up. There is no way this man has his hands on me because of a fucking accident.

I attempt to tug out of his grip. “Let me go.”

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