ground my teeth at the sight that greeted me when I flipped on the lights.
“What in the hell are you doing in here?” I growled, already stalking across the room to where the
golden boy bartender was sound asleep on one of the leather couches. Jack loved him, the customers
loved him, but for some reason, I couldn’t get past the nagging suspicion he was hiding something. I
wasn’t a fan of secrets, and I wouldn’t stand for anyone thinking they could couch surf at the club.
When he didn’t even twitch, I nudged him with the toe of my boot. “This isn’t your house. Get the hell
up.”
“Just a few more minutes,” Corey bargained. “Promise I won’t be late.”
He burrowed deeper into the couch.
“It wasn’t a request,” I ground out as I clamped a hand over his shoulder. “This isn’t your house.
You want to take a nap, you do it on your own time.”
“What the hell’s your problem,” he grumbled as he pried my fingers off his body.
“My problem is, while you’re in here doing your best Sleeping Beauty impression, some of us
have work to get done.”
That seemed to get his attention. He rolled over, looking up at me through sleepy, hooded lids. My
traitorous dick twitched at the slightly disheveled sight before me. There was no denying Corey was
an attractive man with his permanent scruff, and the sleepy look worked for him.
No. I wasn’t going to think like that. Clowns like him got what they wanted because they were
cute and charismatic.
“I swear, William, if you just let me lay here for a few more minutes, I’ll do whatever you want,”
he bargained. His head flopped to the back of the couch and his eyes slid shut.
Oh, the boy had no clue what a dangerous proposition he’d just made. I took a step back and
swallowed hard. I was not going to be caught in his web.
“The only thing I want is for you to get your ass up off the couch right now, so I can do my job.”
Corey let out a snort of laughter. “Your job? You don’t even work here.”
I quirked an eyebrow and crossed my arms over my broad chest as I glared down at him. He was
playing with fire.
“Whether or not I’m on the payroll is none of your concern,” I pointed out. “As long as Jack wants
me here, you’ll just have to deal with it.”
“Sorry,” Corey apologized as he pushed himself upright. “I’m being an asshole.”
