“This place will be just fine without you. Now get your shit and go.”
Smitty opened his mouth to say something else, but Sebastian cut him off. “You don’t want to know what happens if you don’t get your ass out of here in the next five minutes.”
I stood by, watching the scene with wide eyes. I knew Sebastian could be scary, but I’d never seen him in action. And this was something else. His eyes were dark, his posture rigid, and his tone emotionless.
Smitty finally grew a brain and emptied his drawers. He stalked past us, sputtering curses, his face a red mask of fury. I really, really wanted to give him the finger on his way by.
Sebastian and I followed him out to the main floor and watched the girls stop what they were doing, staring at an enraged Smitty stomping past them.
“What are you looking at?” he yelled, spittle flying from his mouth.
When everyone realized what was happening, they started clapping, a few giving him the finger, others hollering. Guess he hadn’t made many friends during his time at the club.
Sebastian watched him shove through the door, then waved Kai over. “Make sure he leaves.”
Kai nodded and followed Smitty outside.
“Well, you don’t have to hand in your resignation anymore,” Sebastian said, pulling me into his side. “I’ll let the guys know.”
“You’re better off without him anyway,” I said, my hands around Sebastian’s waist. I couldn’t seem to stop touching him. A very annoying little tic I’d developed.
“I’m starting to think that too. Pity we didn’t notice sooner.”
I shrugged. “I guess you don’t talk to the girls much.”
Sebastian looked down at me, raising a brow. “Not really. The only one in here I’ve ever talked to about anything besides work is you.”
Now what did he go and do that for? We had five minutes before my shift started and his words only made me think of one thing I wanted to do right now. And it didn’t include waiting tables.
“I’ll walk you to the dressing room. Then I’ll have to make a few calls to clean up this mess.”
We stopped in front of the door and he kissed me, his lips lingering on mine in a gentle caress. “Find me if you need anything.”
I walked through the door in a daze, almost forgetting where I was. Until an avalanche of half-dressed bodies hit me.
“Are you okay?”
“Why are you back already?”
“Did they kill him?”
“Here, sit down.”
Elle untangled me from everyone else and pushed me down on a chair. “Give her some room, girls.”
Tia pushed her way through. “Fucking Clive. He was always a creep. You okay, honey?”
I nodded, smiling a wobbly smile at everyone. “I’m fine, just glad it’s finally over. Clive was denied bail, so he won’t be able to come after me again.”
“I hope he rots in hell,” Star said, her hands braced on her hips, a scowl on her face.
Tia leaned down and hugged me, pressing my face into her teased-out hair that was doused in hairspray. I coughed as soon as my nose made contact. “At least now you’re safe, honey.”
I pulled back and looked at the girls, deciding this was the best time to tell them about changing jobs. “I need to tell you something.”
“Oh. My. God. You’re pregnant,” Elle screeched, eyeing my belly.
“Are you getting married?” Tia asked at the same time, releasing me and jumping up and down, clapping her hands.
