Her hand moves lower, moving over my jeans as it cups my cock through the denim material, squeezing my cock like she expects some kind of reaction from her touch.
But there’s nothing. Not even a twitch. My cock is just as uninterested in this girl as I am. Almost like there’s only one person who has the key to start its engine.
Which isn’t far from the truth. It’s only come alive for one woman for a long time now, and any other time I had to think of her. And Vee just walked out the door. The only woman I’ve truly loved.
Jennalyn shifts her body, moving into my lap, trying again, her tiny ass skirt riding up over the globes of her ass as she rocks her barely covered pussy against me. Still nothing.
Her smile falters for a millisecond before she forces it back into place.
“Hank, baby,” she all but whines.
Then a familiar, deep, angry voice cuts through the air like a gunshot, demanding our attention.
“Out.”
Jennalyn freezes.
I don’t even have to look up to know who it is.
Bash’s voice holds that killer edge it carries when he reaches his maximum level of bullshit. The question is whether it’s Jennalyn or me who has him in his current funk. It could be Vee, but for some reason I don’t think it’s her.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he demands, stepping up to the counter, legs spread wide, arms crossed over his chest and a sneer on his face.
Jennalyn slowly slides off my lap, not even bothering to adjust her skirt, turning toward him with a pout already forming on her lips.
“I’m on my break,” she whines. “I was just going back when Vee stormed out like a damn drama queen.”
My jaw tightens. Hearing her talk about Vee like that pisses me off. Yeah, I’ve been a dick, letting Jennalyn touch and kiss me to make her jealous. But that’s all it was. I have no attraction to her whatsoever, and it hasn’t gone further than that. I haven’t even seen her outside of Hell’s Desire.
Jennalyn doesn’t shut up, she keeps talking.
“I mean seriously, I’ve been busting my ass all night while she’s been doing nothing but flirting with every guy that walks up to the bar.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes. That’s not my girl. Vee takes her work seriously, and if she flirted, it was only to make the customer happy, and that’s a rarity for her to do.
But wait.
She isn’t my girl. Not anymore.
“I don’t want to hear your bullshit excuses,” Bash snaps. “Get your ass back to work.”
Jennalyn huffs, stomping her feet like a kid who’s been caught doing something wrong.
“I said I was—”
“I don’t give a fuck what you said,” Bash cuts her off coldly. “Get back to the bar and take care of the customers. And don’t leave from behind it until your shift ends. Then I want you to come see me.”
Then his gaze drifts over to me.
“And that includes you too, Hank.”
Jennalyn’s eyes move between Bash and me and I catch the glint of excitement in them. Like she thinks whatever he wants to see us for might somehow work in her favor. Like Bash, of all people, would actually want to fuck her. Girl’s barking up the wrong tree if she thinks that, and lord help her if Arizona catches wind of her thoughts. She’ll be dead and no trace of her found.
Fuck, if she isn’t more clueless than I thought.
She smooths down her skirt, finally deciding that she should cover her ass, before walking toward the door that leads back into the club. She sways her hips in a seductive motion as she leaves that has both me and Bash shaking our heads.
When she disappears through the door, Bash locks his gaze on me with murder in his eyes.
