Page 3 of Bangin': Knuckles Sexy Bites
Shit.Focus.
“Oh, honey, I was just having some fun,” Darren coos, his eyes bloodshot, but more in the he-hasn’t-slept-well-in-a-long-time way, and not the drunk way, look up atme.
“You know the rules. You touch again, you’re out. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, or I’d put you out right now.” I plaster a smile on my face, but my eyes are dead serious. My two bouncers are Blake and Jimmy. With one snap of my fingers, the table will be cleared. Not to mention, if it gets too bad, I have my Ruger in the back. I bought it when I turned twenty-one. It’s pink, but the gun kicks ass. One of my favorite things to do is go to the range and shootit.
“All right, sweetheart. My boys and I will be good,” he promises with awink.
“I’m serious. Oh, and I’m cutting you off after that pitcher.” I point to the beer on the center of the table. “That way, I know you’llbehave.”
“Come on…” Darren groans, just like a damn adult child. I hope he doesn’t do that with the ladies. It’s a total turnoff.
“I mean it.” I look up at Beth, shaking my head no, in which she nods in understanding. “Any trouble, you’reout.”
“Well, hell, woman,” Darrengripes.
“Hell nothing. You follow the rules or yourout.”
His eyes flair. “We’re just having somefun.”
When people are drunk, they become lawyers defending themselves with everything they have inside of them. There is no need for him to do so, yet he feels theneed.
Bending down, I look into his eyes with every bit of seriousness I can muster so he gets the point. “I get it. We all want to have fun, but once you’reassaultingmy waitresses, that’s when I pull theplug.”
He pushes back in his chair putting a bit of space between us. “We didn’t assaultanyone.”
Placing my hand on my hip, I challenge, “Look, either keep your hands to yourself, or hit the door. I’m not doing this childish bullshit.Choose.”
He rolls his eyes, but takes the out I’m giving him. “Hands off. Got it.” He pushes back up to thetable.
“Bye, boys.” I don’t dare call them men. When they act like spoiled little children, they get called what theydeserve.
I move to the bar where Ryder, my head bartender, is pouring drinks. Ryder is a hunk of a man. He was the quarterback of our football team and owns his own Internet marketing company. He works for me on the weekendsfor funhe says, and the ladies love him. I always tell him that he should get out there more and stop hiding behind the computer. With his dazzling blue eyes and killer smile, he could have anyone he wants. Regardless, I have yet to see him with anyone since high school. I don’t pry, though. I’m the boss and need to keep theline.
“What’s up, boss?” Ryderasks.
“Keep your eye on Darren. He’s had a bit too much, and they’re all cut off.” I turn, looking back at the group who is now cutting it up and laughing. “They shouldn’t be a problem, but …” I trail off, shrugging my shoulder. Who knows thesedays?
Looking across the bar, my eyes lock on Sanders, and my insides go weak. Why I let this man have this much power over me, I will never know. I need to shake that shitout.
I give him a friendly smirk and wave at him just a bit. Sanders shakes his head at me with a grin, no doubt thinking I’m the biggest dork to ever walk theplanet.
My brother will be here soon, though, and if I’m really going to do this, I need to suck this shit up. I’m a strong-ass woman. I survived the death of my parents at age eighteen, relationships that blew up in my face, college, and owning a bar. I gotthis.
I’ve never thrown myself at a guy before. I’ve never had the courage to be so bold. I’ve always relied on the men to come to me. In this case, though, if I keep waiting, I’ll be old and gray, and it still won’t everhappen.
“Got it,” Ryder says, pulling me out of mythoughts.
I pull my blonde hair off my neck briefly, letting the air cool the heat before dropping it, letting it fall down past myshoulders.
When I did my makeup tonight, I had this moment in my mind, going sultry and sexy, thinking that would help my confidence level. Right now, not so much. I even added my favorite light pink lace bra and panties with my worn jeans. I chose my emerald green wraparound top specifically to bring out my green eyes that I’ve been told shine when I wear this shirt. My wedged sandals with gold straps wrap around my ankle and give me a little moreheight.
Sucking in a deep breath, I make my way over to Sanders, seeing that, along with Abby, there is Stacy and Eve. They are all beautiful, all prying for Sanders’ attention, hell practically begging forit.
I can do this.There is absolutely nothing wrong with me. I’m hot and sexy.Giving myself a pep talk, I slide in behind Sanders, nudging his arm to get his attention. God, the brief touch sends thrills through me lighting me onfire.
He turns his head toward me, and I’m met with the most gorgeous blue eyes I have everseen.
“Hey, darlin’, everything going okay?” he asks in that deep baritone voice that makes my stomach begin toquiver.
