Page 129 of Savage Bosses

“Do I know you from somewhere?” I asked gruffly.

“No, I don’t know any assholes.”

I bristle at her insult. “Listen here, you little-”

“Save it,” she interrupted. “Just buy me two more drinks and we’ll call it even.”

The nerve of this girl! I didn’t have time for this. “How about you watch where you’re going next time?” I growled, well aware that I was the one that walked into her path.

I was here for Wes, not chitchat with a tramp. I turned my back to walk away, ignoring her shouted insults. I had more important things to deal with tonight than some mouthy club girl.

“Hey, wait a minute!” The girl grabs my arm, stopping me. “You can’t just walk away after ruining my dress.”

I whirl around, ready to unleash a scathing retort, when suddenly I recognize her face. This area had more light and I could see her better. Those defiant brown eyes, that stubborn set to her jaw. Then under the makeup was the youthful glow that didn’t match her age.

“Temp girl?” I asked incredulously.

Her eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed. “Mr. Caldwell?”

I looked her up and down, taking in the tight mini dress and heavy makeup. “What the hell are you doing in a place like this?”

“I could ask you the same question. Don’t you have some employees to terrorize on the weekend?” She poured the remnants of one drink into the other glass and held both glasses in one hand.

I scowled at her sarcastic tone. “Watch yourself. I don’t take lip from my employees.”

She tossed her long wavy hair back. “Well, I’m not your employee right now, am I? I am out here having fun.”

“Doesn’t look like innocent fun to me,” I retort. “Aren’t you a little young to be out drinking and dressing like that?”

Aerica stepped closer. “You know how old I am. And that’s old enough to dress however I want.”

“You obviously have had too much to drink if you think you can talk to me like this.”

“You were going to just leave me here with two spilled half empty drinks.”

“I don’t pay you enough money to buy more drinks?”

“Fuck you.” She rolled her eyes.

“Better watch that smart mouth, temp girl,” I warned.

“I’m off the clock. You know that’s not my name.”

“I know. I don’t care. Why do you have two drinks? Is that for a guy?” My curiosity took over. Maybe it was jealousy. Did she have a boyfriend?

“Why would I buy— it’s for my friend.”

“What friend?”

“Jordyn, do you know her?” She pursed her bright, plump, red lips.

“Why would I know her?” I yelled over the music.

“Why are you asking me questions instead of replacing my drinks? You also owe me a dress or at least a dry cleaning bill.”

“Maybe lay off the drinks. Don’t want you stumbling around and get roofied by some random stranger.”

“Follow me!” She yelled at me, and I did. I didn’t know why I did. I just did it.

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