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Maybe if I weren’t such a dick, I’d be able to get some answers. I’d offer to help her. Maybe even offer to be her Daddy for a night. Fuck her until she’s begging for a rest, then take care of her like the princess she is. At a minimum, I’d like to apologize for being an asshole.
Yeah, right. At this point, she’d probably phone the police if I showed up at her apartment again.
She can’t call the cops on me if I show up to my own casino, though.
“If Jordyn can go to Velvet Sins, then so can we.” I shrug like it’s an idea that’s just popped into my head. It kind of did, but damn, I love it.
Cash stares at me for a second before he nods and pulls out his phone. “I’ll get us a driver.”
“Jesus Christ. You can’t cause a scene in our own casino,” Kian snaps as he sets his glass on the counter.
“I’m not going to cause a scene. We’re four brothers who live in Las Vegas. We can go out to The Strip for some drinks and gambling.” Cash slides his phone into his pocket. “Let’s go. Cole is pulling a car around.”
By the time we walk into the main entrance of Luxe, my buzz is setting in, and my pulse races as we move closer to Velvet Sins. The lighting in the bar is dark, so it’s hard to see inside from a distance, but she’s there.
Ifeelher.
I swear, I can fucking smell her strawberry perfume.
And fuck me, I hope she can find it in her sweet, beautiful heart to forgive me for being such an asshole.
CHAPTER 14
Quinn
NEW FRIENDS AND FORGIVENESS
“So,you seriously set up a dinner for your husband and his brothers and then up and ditched them?” I ask incredulously.
The woman in front of me is already my favorite customer for the night. When she sat down at the bar, she slid me a hundred-dollar bill and told me, as long as I keep the cherry mojitos flowing, she’ll make sure I can afford a Gucci bag by the end of the night. We both giggled, but I don’t think she was kidding. I also can’t help but love her for the way she carries herself.
Not only is this woman beautiful and obviously rich, she’s curvy. Like me. And men are practically breaking their necks to look at her in the tight black dress, which hugs her all the way down to the top of her knees. It’s not short or revealing at all. In fact, the neckline of the dress falls in gentle, silky swoops, barely displaying any cleavage. Yet, she’s sexy as hell. She’s also really nice, which only makes her an even more attractive person.
Jordyn—she told me her name as soon as she sat down. Then she told me that tonight I was her drinking buddy, even though I can’t drink on shift. Hell, if the woman keeps sliding me hundreds while being as sweet as sugar to me, I’ll be her bestie all night long.
“It was so fun seeing his face. Listen,” Jordyn says as she pops a maraschino cherry into her mouth. “I love my husband to the ends of this earth. But sometimes, I just want to drink in peace without him sending murderous looks to any guy who so much as glances in my direction.”
Something flutters within me at the thought of a man being so possessive as to act like that. Jason never cared if another guy flirted with me. When I brought it up to him one night after a party, he laughed and told me I was imagining things. I didn’t say it out loud, but it had kind of hurt that he didn’t seem to care. Probably because he was too busy fucking someone else at the time.
“So you told him you were going out drinking alone?” I ask again, trying to imagine what Jordyn’s husband might look like. I bet he’s all clean-cut and perfect, just like her.
Jordyn leans on her wrist and waves her hand dismissively, smiling. “No, silly. I told him I was coming to drink witha friend. You’re my friend. So, technically, it wasn’t a lie.”
I blink at her a few times before I burst out giggling. “I freaking love you.”
She winks at me. “Girl, I love you too, and I don’t think it’s the mojitos talking.”
We both laugh, but mine dies down when the group of guys from earlier this week crowds the bar, eyeing me like I’m a piece of meat. It makes my stomach burn the way they look at me. I hate entitled men like this. If Josh were here tonight, he’d take their group for the night, but I’m working with another girl, and she’s much newer to bartending. I don’t want her to have to deal with these assholes.
One of the guys notices Jordyn sitting to the side and tilts his head, smiling cockily. Immediately, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. Oh, hell no. It’s one thing to hit on me, but I’m not going to let these assholes harass my customers.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says.
Jordyn’s already two and a half drinks in, and her eyes are glazed over. Despite that, her pupils are sharp, and her smile has an edge to it. One I don’t think they see.
“Hey, fuckface. My husband is literally the owner of this casino. He won’t think twice about cutting off your balls and putting them through a meat grinder while you watch before he puts a bullet between your eyes just for speaking to me that way. It also happens that he’s just shown up. So, if I were you,” she looks past the guy’s shoulder, her eyes now sparkling, “I’d choose your next move very wisely, asshole.”
The guy gasps and turns, looking all around, his neck twisting around like a chicken before he stills.
