Page 39 of Disrespectfully, Relic

“And that’s what we can agree on. Ain’t shit free, and a whole fucking lot is at risk for you,” Relic asserted in a cavalier tone that didn’t hide the underlying threat he placed on Tolliver’s life.

“Let’s just calm down. There’s our food.” Logan pointed out the server, grateful for his promptness because their meeting was slowly twirling down the drain. “I hope you don’t mind that we ordered already, Relic.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t plan to eat, but do you want to order, Kennedy?”

She’d heard him, but her mind was too busy reeling for her to answer. Kennedy knew Relic was in deep, but procuring the police in his back pocket was another level—one she doubted her brother had met. If Relic kept up his usual strong-arming tactics, he’d fuck up a deal that could save his ass in the clutch.

From the lustful stares Logan kept sending Relic, it wasn’t hard for her to figure out the girl was a pawn in his game to secure that added protection. If the bitch hadn’t tried to slick diss her and then flirt with Relic in her face; Kennedy might’ve felt bad for the poor girl because she was doing Relic’s dirty deeds out of pure infatuation. Logan was the easy lick type that got the bare minimum and nothing more since she accepted the scraps.

“I’m not that hungry but if you have it, may I order a wedge salad. No tomatoes, and blue cheese on the side. Calamari and a glass of Pinot Grigio.” Kennedy found her voice to make that request without picking up the menu, and the server smiled.

“We have both, and great wine choice for the calamari.”

“Thank you. Also, do you have a purse stool or table hook for my bag? I don’t like sitting it on the table.”

“Oh, I absolutely agree, which is why we offer both. There’s a hook attached to the table, but I can grab a stool.”

“No, this is fine,” Kennedy replied, feeling beneath the table for it to hang her purse.

The server waited to ensure she’d found it, tipped his head with a pleased smile, and then scurried off as Kennedy picked up her water to sip. Her eyes flitted to Logan, and she grinned into her glass at seeing the clueless girl slide her bag from the table to hook beneath it.

“You two must come to fancy places like this often,” Tolliver assumed as she set her water down.

Kennedy didn’t miss his envious tone, but she used it to her advantage because men and their egos were the worst enemy of any business. The minute they saw a man doing better than them, they wanted it, even if they weren’t equipped to fill those shoes.

“Actually, no. I haven’t eaten at a spot like this in a while because I’m a bit of a penny pincher. I prefer to work and save.”

Tolliver’s brows shot up before he nodded. “I’m the exact same way. I can’t say the same for this girl.” He jabbed a thumb toward Logan, and Kennedy giggled.

“That’s a woman for you. We have expensive taste when it comes to certain things. I hate frivolous spending, but I’m a bit of a shopaholic from time to time. I also don’t play about my hair. What’s your guilty spending pleasure? I think we all have one.”

“Golf.” Tolliver didn’t think twice before blurting it out. He cut into his steak, taking a bite with a soft grumble of approval before adding, “I went a few times with a buddy of mine at his country club, and it was the most relaxing thing I’ve done.”

“Tolliver, golfing at country clubs is expensive as hell.”

A thunderous laugh shot from him, and Kennedy noted in that moment that the man was handsome with his peppered hair and low eyes that softened the longer they conversed. It was that green eyed monster beneath the surface that had made him ugly.

“I know it is. Which is why I don’t do it often.”

“Well, let’s hope for a great meeting and a greater business venture, so you can golf to your heart’s content. With Logan as your woman, you’ll need it.”

Tolliver choked on his steak, patting his chest before they shared a playful look, although he didn’t voice his agreement. He was warming up to her. Kennedy tried not to smile when Relic leaned toward her ear.

“Big dog muthafuckin’ Kennedy. I guess it’s your move, and I’ll play backup.”

“I won’t need it,” she whispered, and a soft kiss on her cheek was his response.

Her breasts swelled with an inhale when his fingers went back to kneading along her spine, stopping at the crack of her ass before rerouting upward just to slither back downward again. He chuckled when she squirmed in her seat. If he didn’t stop his shit, her dress nor inhibitions would make it through the night.

“Relic, did you notice what I ordered?” Logan asked, making his fingers stop as Kennedy frowned because the bitch had focused on the wrong man all night. “Oysters, and scallops with lobster risotto. I remember, Jessica mentioning that seafood is your favorite. Take one.”

She pushed her tray of oysters toward him and flashed a flirtatious grin when he accepted. Relic picked one up, loosened the meat from its shell with an oyster fork, and then squeezed lemon juice on top before slurping it down. He grabbed another one to prepare and then turned to Kennedy.

“Anyone told you oysters are an aphrodisiac, cheri? Open.”

Kennedy’s pretty lips parted on command, and he wondered if she’d move as fast and without fuss if he was offering his dick instead of an oyster. Relic decided not to ask in front of company and fed her one of his favorite foods, licking his lips when she slurped everything from the shell until it was bone dry.

She winked like he’d done at Logan and then turned to Tolliver. “You like oysters, Tolli?”

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