The whole time. Make sure you keep it that way.
You know you don’t get to tell me what to do with my weekends. I’m off the clock.
How about I hire you for overtime and tell you everything to do all weekend? Like that better?
Probably out of your price range considering my salary already.
I’ll bet that whole salary it’s not out of my price range, Darling Devil.
Oh stop. Let me have my fun. I’m sure you have yours. A prince or two or maybe even a knight would be nice for a dance or a few tonight.
Don’t make me come there to stop you.
She rolled her eyes and sent me another middle finger before I saw her get pulled onto the dance floor with Rosy.
“That must be for you?” Bane chuckled.
I shook my head and didn’t answer him. I was in too much of a trance as I watched her swaying and moving through the crowd like she belonged there, like the beat of the music moved through her body perfectly. Mia was coordinated and athletic, which I’d clocked when she played tennis, but on that dance floor she was also languid, sexy, and knew how to draw attention.
Her dancing with the girls wasn’t a problem, but after one song, they made it a problem when Rosy pulled Pink onto the dance floor but Mia grabbed Archer’s hand too.
My security.
The guy who wasn’t supposed to look twice at her shook his head once, then gave in. He moved close and wrapped his arm around her waist.
I stood abruptly, but my brother’s hand clamped on to my shoulder. “Calm down. It’s Archer, bro.”
He liked to goad me, but he also knew he didn’t need Archer’s blood on our hands. He wouldn’t incite me to kill one of our most loyal men if it wasn’t necessary.
“Fuck off. He’s not doing his job,” I growled.
But it was clear he was scanning the environment even while he danced with her. Even while he dipped his fucking head and whispered in her ear.
I was going to kill him. “I’m going to the club.”
“Jesus Christ,” Cal mumbled.
The guys knew it was inevitable and got up to follow me.
“You’re all following, no questions asked?” Cal sounded disgusted.
What questions were there to ask at this point? Were we watching a security feed to a club we had access to? Yes. Were we acting like possessive bastards? Yes. Did I have a right? No. She was my employee, not my wife.
Did I give a damn? Also, no. Because she was still mine.
Mia
“COME ON!ONE DANCE,” I yelled at Archer, because he was the only guy I trusted in the whole club.
“You’re trying to get me killed,” he grumbled, but I didn’t care. The strobing lights kept the beat of the music, the alcohol pumped in my veins, and the laughter of my new friends fueled me to loosen up more.
Screw the man who didn’t want me to enjoy my night off. He surely was enjoying his. I needed to forget about the pull he had on me and focus on something else.
Or someone else. I couldn’t live in Paradise Grove all summer without an outlet. Not after the way Jameson and I were so close to combusting.
And that someone was Archer, who was finally stepping onto the dance floor with me. He was stiff and didn’t move at all at first. But I laughed at him rolling his eyes and spun around before dropping low to the beat and whipping my curls to the side. “Having a little fun sometimes isn’t going to get you killed.”
“You don’t know Jameson,” he told me, scanning the place like his boss was going to be there any second.
