Page 31 of Wild Flower

I pull my hand from Becca’s skirt.

“Oh shit!” Finn hisses, letting go of Becca completely.

“Yeah, oh shit,” the red-head glaring at us agrees, searing us with a look that saysYou’re busted!

It’s the owner of Flambé: our boss, Arie.

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I’m getting fired!

We’regetting fired.

Arie stares at me and Archer with her signatureYou don’t fuck with the Dragonglare. The last thing I’m supposed to be doing is tasting the patrons, and Arie’s look of anger is silently screamingWe sell the IDEA of sex. We don’t grind our semi-hard cocks against their thighs!

Which is logical, of course. Any sane person would understand that argument. Only, my cock and brain don’t give a shit about logic right now, because they haven’t been able to stop thinking about this woman for days—and when she shows up hungry for a threesome, something more primal takes over.

Instinct. Need.

Not that my boss gives a shit.

“The two of you are coming with me, right now!” Arie snaps, grabbing me and Archer by our neckties and yanking us away like she’s a dominatrix (which I wouldn’t put past her. I could see Arie being into that.). “And you, darling,” Arie turns to Becca with a tight smile. “Please stay right here. You did nothing wrong. Your next three drinks are on the house. Not to mention, I love everything about all of this—” Arie points to what Becca is wearing. “The hair, the tattoos, that amazing fucking dress. I’m not going to lie, my employee’s hand under your skirt even has me a little wet. But—” Arie turns to glare at us. “Hanky-panky is going to get me shut down! You two assholes are coming with me, right now!”

I toss Becca an apologetic glance as Arie drags us toward the kitchen. I’m a little terrified of how this is going to go down. Arie has a reputation for flying off the handle—she’s thrown pots, she’s screamed at employees. That Dragon nickname isn’t for nothing.

As Arie drags us past the bar she catches Connor’s attention. “Green dress,” Arie snaps when Connor looks up at his girlfriend. She points to Becca. “Make sure she doesn’t leave.”

Connor’s eyes cut to Archer and narrow:What did you do?

At least Connor knows who the ring leader is in all of this. Not that I would’ve kept my hands off Becca if it was just the two of us.

“Make her something elaborate and expensive,” Arie instructs. “I don’t want to get sued.”

Connor’s eyes darken. He used to be a lawyer. I don’t know why he decided slinging drinks for a living was a better gig than lawyering, but it’s none of my business. Except, Mr. I-used-to-be-a-lawyer is about to get intomybusiness, big time.

We’re totally getting fired. Not to mention, Connor will probably cross-examine Becca and scare her off permanently.

Connor nods, pulling an elaborate glass off the shelf. I don’t have a chance to see what he’s making, because Archer and I are dragged down the employee hallway and out the back door.

Arie pushes us into the night, finally letting go of our neckties. I stumble away from her onto the far side of the rooftop where employees take their smoke breaks. There’s a generator to my left that’s rumbling, and the air outside is so hot I immediately start sweating.

“First question,” Arie snaps, pointing both of her index fingers at us, one in each of our faces like a gun-wielding badass. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“Um—” I mumble, because there are two of us and I don’t know how to explain this.

“No,” Archer admits, standing tall, ready for the Dragon’s wrath.

Arie shakes her head and lets out a string of expletives that live up to her nickname. “Am I about to get sued up the ass because thetwo of youmade a pass at a patron that she can construe as assault?” Arie growls.

“Jesus! No.” I shake my head. “Of course not!” Not that we asked for permission like last time. Something in my expression causes Arie’s eyes to narrow, and I swear the woman has a sixth-sense when it comes to sex. It’s why everything at Flambé is a turn-on, Arie just knows what gets people excited.

“Fuck!” she hisses, turning to glare at my cohort. “We talked about this, Archer!”

“Wait, what?” I squeak out, fear streaking through my body. “You know about—?”

“You think I don’t know what goes on in my restaurant?” she snaps, and I swear she’s about to breathe fire. “You think this is the first time Archer’s pulled a stunt like this?” She turns to him. “Seduced a patron. Made a game out of it. However, convincing your co-workers to do it with you is new.”

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