Page 85 of Triple Pucked
“Thank you, Mistress,” Everett replies. “May I fetch you and the sirs a coffee?”
“Did I ask you to?” Kay’s voice is ice-cold.
Everett winces.
Immediately, I step forward. “I’ll help. I know that I’m shit at making coffee but I can carry them over, darlin’.”
Everett makes a choked sound. His eyes widen with shock.
Whoops, I should have called D’Angelo Sir.
But he said that it was my choice, right?
When I glance at D’Angelo, I realize that he’s trying very hard not to laugh.
“Carry them or spill them all down me,” D’Angelo mutters.
“Fifty-fifty odds,” I agree.
“Better than the ones if I go,” Robyn says. “I once worked for less than a week at Merchant’s Inn and still ended up with a plaque on the wall in the toilets for the record for most smashed glasses.”
“Thank you for the reminder not to employ you behind the bar here.” Fleet sprawls further in his seat.
“That was you?” Cassian perks up, staring in awe at Robyn like she’s the celebrity around this table. “I’ve been to Merchant’s Inn. It’s wonderful. You’re a legend.”
Robyn flushes. “Always nice to meet a fan.”
I start to stroll toward the bar. But then, confused, I glance around to find that Everett still hasn’t moved.
Everett’s gaze flicks to D’Angelo.
“Why are you looking at him?” I demand. “I’m not leashed or something.”
Kay’s expression sharpens. “Oh, this one is going to be fun.”
D’Angelo carefully runs his fingers through Robyn’s hair, and she melts against his side. “I haven’t given him any rules for his behavior.Yet.”
I swallow.
Everett gestures at me. “Mistress, may I?—”
“Be quick.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Everett ducks his head and smartly walks toward the counter, shaking his head as he reaches me.
“Do you have a death wish?” He whispers.
I cross my arms, following him to the counter. “What? You’re the one who offered to make drinks out of nowhere. It looks to me like you’re the one with the death wish.”
He raises his brow. “I was saving your ass.”
“One,” Kay’s voice calls.
Everett’s shoulders hunch. “I apologize, Mistress. I meant, Shay, that I was saving your sweet little behind.”
“Two,” Kay singsongs.
