Page 7 of Shaken Knot Stirred

He turned me gently and rested my butt on the edge of the pool table before going to his knees. He eased my panties back into place and put my skirt right.

“Such a good boy to put your toys away.” I snarked. He laughed.

Alistair snaked his fingers under my shirt to fix my bra. My cunt screamed for more as his fingers casually brushed my nipples. He finished putting me back together by brushing my bangs back. A completely unnecessary move as this wig was hair sprayed to within an inch of its life.

“Come home with me.” He reached above my head and unplugged the naughty TV.

“How unprofessional. To go home with a customer?” I said in mock outrage.

“I’ll beg if you want. Would you like that?”

“I’ll say no again.” Little liar. I’d give up my bag of cash to go home with him and believe his lies that he’d never leave. For just one night, at least. But I was smarter than that.

“I guess I’ll go then.” He took a step back, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and freed a crisp $1000 bill. He looked up at me with eyes that danced with panic. “This isn’t… I don’t mean to imply… I’m not paying you for…”

I snatched the crisp note out of his hands and tucked it into my bra. “Your tab. I get it,” I said. “Sex work is still work. But I highly doubt you could afford me.” I winked at him.

“Should I stay and help you clean up?” he asked, slipping the wallet back into his pocket and looking around the Delta Lounge.

“Ew, no. Then I’d have to payyou. And I don’t pay my employees for sex.”

He raised his eyebrow as if he was unsure if I was joking. I totally paid my employees for sex, but he didn’t need to know that. He cracked a smile then, but tried to keep it low-key.

“Um, am I, uh, allowed back? Or are you going to sic your bat on me?” He blushed. The motherfucker was actually bashful. His aura flashed with a mix of concern and longing. Double crap. I didn’t need a love-sick alpha. No, I totally needed a love-sick alpha, but that would complicate my life beyond measure.

“I don’t know. You’ll have to find out tomorrow.”

He nodded solemnly and backed toward the door.

“Okay,” he said softly, “tomorrow then.” He pushed out the door. I watched him go. He didn’t look back. It was a rare alpha who took a “no” with grace. Though, that probably had more to do with ego than alpha. I squeezed my eyes shut as the door screamed.

“I’m right there with you, little door.” I muttered to the now empty bar.

Absently, I picked up the bar mop to wipe down Alistair’s usual table. He had left his book. I tucked it under my arm and stretched to wipe the other side. A trickle of slick and cum oozed out of me. I hung my head. I looked over at the pool table.Thatcouldn’t happen again.

I gathered up a few delinquent glasses and headed for the kitchen. I stacked them on the counter above the industrial dishwasher with his book, opting to clean myself up first before the dishes.

The cool porcelain of the sink was solid under my touch, anchoring me to reality.

That had been a mistake.

A beautiful, messy, soul satisfying mistake that couldn’t be repeated.

Having had Alistair inside me once, I’d be begging for his knot next. And then a place in his bed, in his life, in his pack. And thenI would ruin everything. By law, my past and my mistakes would be his. Alistair was the kind of alpha who would take that all on and head into the firestorm.

I splashed more water on my face before wiping myself down again. My slick, delayed by the wipes, had already soaked my panties. Pushing out of the bathroom, the dull hum of the bar music settled my nerves like always. I never liked the quiet. The absence of sound made me jumpy. The Delta Lounge should always be full of music and laughter.

Drying my hands on my skirt, I left the bathroom, intent on snagging a pair of clean panties from my office, when the front door screamed.

“Your book.” A smile played about my lips. I snagged the book from the counter and wondered if Alistair had left it behind on purpose to have an excuse to come back.

“Well, well, well,” I said, stiff-arming the door into the bar.

I froze, knowing for certain I was going to die tonight.

Chapter 4

Moxie

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