Page 31 of Clinch'd

Cooper slows at my hesitation before glancing between us and with a cruel chuckle, he says, “I hope this eats at him.”

Mulling over his words, I follow him down the hall and out of the building where the weirdo who stared at me across the table as Cooper felt me up stands with his finger tapping his watch.

Ignoring him, Cooper urges me into the car before following behind and to my chagrin the creepy dude slides inside, staring at me curiously.

“Who’s this?” he asks as the car eases into traffic.

“Minnie,” Cooper says, pulling up his phone with a frown.

“Minnie?” he says with a smirk. “Why is she riding with us to the luncheon? Her pussy special or something?”

Sucking in air indignantly, I’m saved from responding when Cooper’s head shoots up and he growls, “Watch it.”

Creepy dude raises his brows and looks between us before nodding and saying, “I’m Jordan Michaels, Cooper’s manager.”

Nodding silently, I look away toward the window, uninterested in niceties with the dick. My stomach roils at thepussy comment. Why, I don't know. I knew Cooper was a whore, it just stings to know I’m the next pussy in a long line of them.

Thankfully, he turns away from me and says, “After the luncheon is your meeting with Patterson.”

Cooper grunts but doesn't look up from his phone and I spy Jordan’s brows crinkle before he glances at me with a smarmy smile.

Uneasy, I avert my gaze and stare at my lap until we arrive at the restaurant. I get the sense that Jordan doesn’t want me here. The question is why?

Cooper exits and holds out his hand for me, and once I’m free of the vehicle, he pulls me along behind him into the restaurant, only glancing back impatiently when Jordan lags behind.

When we enter the small dining area with about twenty women with expectant looks on their faces, Cooper skids to a stop.

His nicely formed jaw—is there anything not sexy about the ass—drops briefly to my amusement before he pastes a smile on his face. All the women currently staring at him like he’s a piece of meat, are in their late fifties or early sixties and the raw desire I see in their eyes makes me smile.

Which turns into a chuckle when Cooper tugs me closer because apparently, I’m going to be the buffer.

Jordan steps forward and says in his silky tone, “Ladies, Cooper Jackson.”

One sprightly woman, with a particular gleam in her eye, pushes the chair beside her back from the table, and says, “Right here, cutie.”

What commences is two hours of these women fawning over Cooper, including inappropriate innuendos to copping a feel.

Cooper sits through the ordeal stiffly, casting me a frown from time to time as I eat my delicious lunch of fish tacos and look on with glee.

“You ever been with a cougar, Cooper?” the woman beside him purrs, laying her hand on his thigh.

Cooper shifts uncomfortably before standing with a feral smile. “Ladies, it's been lovely. But I think I have another meeting scheduled.”

When he shoots Jordan a meaningful look, he stands from where he was glaring at his phone and says, “Of course. We don't want to be late. Ladies, a pleasure.”

Cooper stalks from the room with a pout and I follow, suppressing a giggle when one of the women says, “I felt his dick. Heisas big as we thought.”

Cooper is standing on the sidewalk when we emerge, and he glances at me irritably before glaring at Jordan over my shoulder. “What the fuck was that?”

“Calm down. They paid a pretty penny to meet their favorite MMA fighter.”

“Never fucking again. I don’t care how much the money is,” Cooper says with a huff, before striding toward the limousine pulling up at the curb.

He waits for me to get inside and follows before shutting the door in Jordan’s face and barking, “Go!”

I hide my smile behind my hand, but Cooper eyes me suspiciously before barking, “You think this is funny?”

A giggle escapes before I can stop it and his eyes widen before narrowing. When he picks me up, I squeal before he pulls me into his lap. But my giggle fades to a moan, when he bucks into me and his dick, decidedly hard rubs against my core.

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