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“I’ll have one of those.”
Both Poker and I turn to face the man who just stepped up to the bar.
“You want a Blowjob?” I ask, not even realizing how that sounds until the guy opens his mouth again.
“You offering, sweet cheeks?”
Poker’s eyes narrow to slits, and I can see his body vibrating with rage, but when he only stares at me and doesn’t move, I realize he’s giving me a chance to handle this before he does.
“I’m offering the drink, not the act,” I tell the customer as I grab a clean shot glass from beneath the bar.
“Aw, c’mon, sweet cheeks,” the guy cajoles as he grabs his junk. “You can take a big drink of my cu?—”
The next thing I know, the guy’s on his ass, and Poker’s standing over him, his chest heaving. I lean across the bar to take in the man’s face, and he’s holding his nose as blood seeps from beneath his fingers.
“What the fuck, man?” he cries.
“The only cock going between her pretty lips is the one swinging betweenmylegs,” Poker seethes.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to protest, but the fire that roars straight to my core keeps me from saying anything.
“Whatever,” the guy huffs. “No bitch is worth this shit.”
He tries to get to his feet, but Poker stomps a booted foot into his chest, slamming him backward. “Her name is Meri, not bitch. Now, get the fuck outta here before I decide youareworth the effort it takes to kill you.”
Poker lifts his foot, and the man scrambles to his feet. Grady has made his way around the bar and escorts the prick out, ordering him never to show his face again.
“Meri is mine,” Poker barks at no one in particular, and everyone within hearing distance. “Consider this a preview of what happens when my woman is disrespected.”
It’s quiet for a few seconds, but then the chatter starts back up like nothing happened. Poker turns to me, and I should be afraid of the darkness in his expression, but I’m only turned on.
“Your woman?” I ask.
“Got a problem with that?” he counters as he sits on his vacated stool.
Vigorously, I shake my head. “Nope.”
“Good.” Poker sips his beer while I take care of a few customers who, shocker, don’t order Blowjobs. “Hey, do you work on Friday?” he asks when I return my attention to him.
“I don’t think so, why?”
“I wanna take you somewhere.”
“Where?”
He grins, and my panties melt. “It’s a surprise.”
I groan. “I’m not a huge fan of surprises.”
“You’ll like this one, I promise.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Consider it payback for getting me all hot and bothered in public,” he states, lowering his hand to adjust himself.
CHAPTER13
POKER
