Page 60 of Falling for Her

I wrinkle my nose. I can’t see myself fucking my girl on that chair. If anything, it makes me want to cringe, though it doesn’t stop my dick from perking up at the thought of taking my girl on my chair back at Black Angels. I’m supposed to be clearing my things out of tomorrow.

Fuck….

“So what do you think?” Robyn asks as she walks into the room, and I clear my throat, hoping my hard-on won’t be noticeable.

Five days without my girl, and it is fucking showing and I don’t need this woman thinking he’s perking up for her.

“It’s good, I like it,” I lie.

I need to leave the Black Angels’ shop, get on my own without the club continuously trying to convince me to return home and get used to it here. One way or another even if everything within this place makes my cringe.

Robyn grins, her dark purple lipstick making her look a little manic and she says, “That is good to know, and just so you are aware, there is no fraternizing policy.”

I raise a brow at her because she knows that I have a girl. She’s met my girl, so why in the fuck is she bringing up that there is no fraternization policy to the taken employee on her team?

I blink as Essy’s words after we left last time hit me.

“She wants you,” Essy says as we walk into the bakery, and I snort, but she shakes her head, spins towards me and snaps, “I’m not joking, Damian. She wants you, and I’m telling you now, if she touches you, I will snap. I already have to deal with your clients hitting on you daily, and I’m not talking about the odd flirt. I’m talking about them actually throwing themselves at you as well as knowing you screwed half the women at your dad's club. I won’t deal with this as well,” she points at me and threatens, “You better set boundaries Damian because if this was the other way around, you’d be killing someone.”

That said, she stomps around the counter, and I grin as I watch her ass in her tight jeans sway, not taking her words to heart.

Fuck’s sake I really should have taken them to heart.

I thought maybe she was seeing things, and yes, I’ll admit to being that prick that blamed her hormones. She’s now eight weeks pregnant, so at the time, she would have been roughly six, and her emotions were all over the place, her head messed up over what to do about the baby, and still are, to be honest, but the fact of the matter is, I thought it was all in her head, but clearly I was wrong.

I guess I should have just listened to her because I didn’t set boundaries when Robyn called three times to discuss my talent and my experience.

I’m an idiot.

“Well, it’s a good thing that I’m a taken man, then, isn’t it? So that kind of policy wouldn’t matter to me even if it was in place or not,” I reply to her and look around the room again, but not without missing the scowl my soon-to-be boss has on her face and I swallow my groan.

Okay, this is making me want to run even further.

I have had enough of clients hitting on me, I don’t need my boss to be putting me in those kinds of situations, especially when she could fire me or, worse, claim sexual harassment.

I turn back to Robyn who has a face like thunder, and I tilt my head.

“This is going to be a problem, isn’t it?” I ask, causing her head to spring up as we lock eyes and I try not to flinch.

Her dark purple contacts are kind of out of place. You can see a hint of hazel underneath them, which makes her look unstable.

She brings her pointed finger to her lip and gently bites her fake purple nail, acting innocent, and I sigh. This woman likes purple, which, along with her apparently wanting to fuck me, is another strike.

Her clothes are shades of purple, as are her nails, eyes, and even her hair, which is shaved on the left and long on the right.

“Damian, I don’t know what you are talking about,” she says, and I cross my arms over my chest to hide yet another flinch wanting to release with her using my legal name.

Fuck, I haven’t had that reaction since Bethany kept trying to call me my legal name in high school. Shit, she’s another Bethany, isn’t she?

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re going to try and sleep with me, then use my job as an excuse if I don’t do as you say or claim sexual harassment, aren’t you?” I call her out, and she tries to hide her smile.

Call me scarred from what someone I saw as an uncle and my own father did, but she’s giving me those vibes, and I’m not stupid enough to put myself in that kind of situation. I wouldn’t do that to my girl.

I could walk out, leaving me jobless and as much as Essy says she’s not sure about the pregnancy, I know she’ll go through with it, and without the money from the club for being a brother, I need to keep a job.

Robyn bites her bottom lip, and I sigh, shaking my head and mutter, “Yeah, fuck this shit,” and walk past her out of the room.

“Damian…,” I hear her call with panic, but I ignore her and walk into reception. The receptionist, Ashley, winces, seeing my face like thunder, but I ignore her and storm out of the tattoo shop, only to pause at the sight before me.

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