Page 29 of Her Possessive Daddies

"Hi." Her voice comes out soft, unsure.

Seth's eyes light up, a slow grin spreading across his face. I know that look. I've seen it a thousand times before he moves in for the kill. I shoot him a possessive look from across the table.

"Abbie, glad you could join us. This is Seth Baker. My business partner."

"And old friend." Seth extends his hand, holding hers a beat too long. "Corey's been quite... secretive about you."

The tips of her ears flush pink. She tugs at the bottom of her vest, and I don't know if it's possible for her to be more adorable than she is right now.

I catch Seth's eye. That predatory gleam hasn't faded. My jaw tightens. Down boy. The warning must show on my face because he steps back, hands raised in mock surrender.

"What can I get for you gentlemen tonight?" She pulls out her notepad, nearly dropping her tray in the process. The sight of her fingers trembling around her pen makes my chest tighten. She's trying to be all business, and that's the last thing we want her up here for.

"Here, set those down." I pat the empty space on the leather booth beside me. "You won't need them."

Her brow furrows but she complies, placing the tray and notepad on the table with careful precision. The scent of her perfume - something sweet and floral - drifts over, sending a wave of desire through me. I slide the items further away. "We're not asking for you to serve us tonight."

Seth lounges back, crossing his ankle over his knee. "We're quite capable of mixing our own poison. Done that for years, quite well."

"What we'd really like..." I gesture to the empty seat. "Is for you to join us for a drink instead. Or two. Or maybe three."

The leather creaks as Seth shifts forward, already reaching for the crystal decanter behind the booth. "I make a mean Old Fashioned. What's your poison, darling?"

I shoot him another warning look at the pet name. He just grins wider, the bastard.

Abbie nervously glances toward the door. "I really shouldn't. As far as I know, customers aren't supposed to handle the alcohol themselves - it's against state regulations."

The way her nose scrunches up when she quotes policy makes my pulse race. Such a good girl, following all the rules. I want to corrupt every inch of that innocence.

"Oh sweetheart." Seth chuckles, crystal decanter still in hand. "Live a little dangerously."

"I could lose my job." Her fingers twist together. "And you could get kicked out."

I let my voice drop low. "Trust me, we won't get caught. The staff knows they need to give us privacy up here."

"But-"

"Abbie." I catch her gaze, holding it. "Come sit with me. Just for a few minutes."

A blush creeps up her neck. "I have tables downstairs..."

"Let someone else handle them." My hand finds the small of her back, pulling her closer in the booth. "You work too hard. Take a break."

"I really shouldn't..." But she's wavering, I can feel it.

"Such a rule follower." I trace my fingers up her spine. "It's adorable."

Seth sets out three crystal glasses with a clink. "Come on, darling. One drink won't hurt."

The war between temptation and duty plays across her face. God, she's beautiful when she's flustered. I want to see that look in other contexts, preferably with far less clothing involved.

"There's something you should know." I take her hand, drawing her closer. "Seth and I aren't just customers. We're silent partners in this establishment."

Her eyes widen. "What?"

"Michael knows we requested you up here." Seth pours amber liquid into the crystal tumblers. "You won't get in trouble."

"You own this place?" Her voice rises an octave. "But I thought-"

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