We breathe the same air for a moment, calming down when I hear footsteps.
“Hello?”
A man’s voice suddenly comes from the entrance to the restaurant, just a few steps from the bar.
Kiara gasps in terror and I drape the shirt around her as she jumps off the bar and gets down on the floor to hide behind it. I quickly put my dick back in and close my jeans, but the man is already looking at me, so I just put on an annoyed half-smile like a fucking idiot.
“Mr. Varner!”
I just threw up a little in my mouth.
It’s our partner.
“Hi. It’s closed,” I grit out, seemingly annoyed.
“Yeah of course, well, you’re here, so I thought—”
I lift my eyebrows and give him a not-so-polite look.
“I’m sorry, that was inappropriate, it’s your hotel after all. I’ll order room service then. Good night!”
Fuck.
My jaw clenches so hard I feel the pressure in my head.
That prick finally leaves, and I close my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath to prepare for the look I know will be on her face right now. When I open them again and look down on Kiara, she’s already covered in my shirt, looking at me with that disappointed look.
Fuck fuck fuck.
As soon as we hear the elevator ding in the hall, she shoots up quickly, grabbing her jeans, slipping them on so fast it looks like she’s about to tear them. I just stand there, trying to pull the most apologetic look I have and wait patiently for anything she says.
“Your hotel, huh?” She lifts her eyebrows at me.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t want you to feel like—”
“Like I’m working for you?” She snaps at me. “Yeah, thanks a lot.”
She slips her Converse on, jumping on one leg as she tries to be quick, but she’s so clumsy I almost smile.
I can’t though.
She grabs her top from the ground and starts to march off, so I grab her hand and pull her back toward me, turning her to face me as I get down to my knees, holding both her hands and staring up at her.
I don’t know how to do this apologizing shit.
Last time I could literally lock her in a bathroom. But now, there are so many ways for her to run away. So I kneel in front of her like an idiot while trying to think of what to say next.
“I’m so sorry. You really like working here and I didn’t want to ruin it.”
She stares down at me, her eyes so warm and loving. She’s so tender. But she’s quiet.
“I told you to quit. I told you I’ll buy you any car you want. But you hate it when I say that. So I didn’t want to ruin your favorite place to work.”
I take her hands and kiss them softly while mumbling against her skin.
“You’re my favorite thing in this world. Just tell me what to do so you forgive me. I’ll do it.”
I lift my eyes and catch the way she’s holding back a smile.
