“You okay there? You look a little flushed?” He smirks when my hand flies up to my heated cheek.
He chuckles. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
The bastard.
This is his revenge, his way of getting back at me for giving him a bad case of blue balls all day. I wonder what the female equivalent is called? Because whatever it’s called, I have it.
He takes his beer, still wearing his grin as he retreats to one of the booths to join a few of the guys.
As I go about my work, I feel the heat of his gaze burning into me as I flit around the bar, collecting glasses, wiping down tables and chatting to customers, something that’s proving difficult having Killian’s eyes follow me wherever I go. Though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.
I like his eyes on me.
I like knowing I’m the only one he sees.
I like knowing I make him as crazy as he makes me.
“Hey, Kill.” A smooth female voice has my head snapping up just as some leggy brunette in a tight black dress that hides absolutely nothing drapes herself over Killian. “Wanna get outta here and have some fun back at my place?”
“No, thanks, darlin’.” There’s no hesitation in his reply.
I watch from the corner of my eye, trying my best not to be too obvious that I’m listening.
She frowns. “Since when did you turn down a sure thing?”
“Since now. Not interested, babe,” Killian replies flatly, not even bothering to look her in the eye.
“Aw, come on,” she pouts, stroking a manicured finger through his beard.
“I said no,” Killian repeats firmer, this time looking at her directly, and still she doesn’t move from his lap.
I don’t know what comes over me, maybe it’s the fact some woman who has no reason or right to be, is sitting in Killian’s lap, or the fact he’s told hernoa handful of times and she’s not listening to him, but I’ve seen and heard enough.
I put down the empty glass I’m surprised hasn’t smashed in the death grip I’ve had it in and march towards the guys’ table, unable to stop myself. “I don’t know if you’re hard of hearing or if you just don’t understand the wordno, but I’m pretty certain he said he’s not interested.Threetimes.”
After a moment, she drags her eyes off Killian and gives me a look as if to say,oh, you’re taking to me?
“Since when is it any ofyourbusiness, bitch?” she snaps. She gives me a quick scan from head to toe, her silicone-filled lips curled back as if I were a piece of shit stuck underneath her stupidly high stiletto.
“Since you’re currently sitting in my boyfriend’s lap.”
“Yourboyfriend?” She scoffs a laugh. “Is this girl for real?” She glances around the table at each of the guys before the black crow feathers posing as lash extensions flutter back to me. “Killian doesn’t have girlfriends,honey, especially not jumped-up prissy teenagers like you. He needs arealwoman. Now get outta my face.” And as if I wasn’t standing right in front of them, she flings her arm around Killian’s neck, her ridiculously long acrylic nails grazing his chest.
Killian doesn’t respond to her advances, keeping his hands firmly at his sides. His eyes are solely fixed on me. There’s a curiosity in them, like he’s waiting to see what I do next.
Challengingme.
My patience is wearing thinner than the tiny scrap of fabric this bitch has got on. She might as well be naked for all the good it’s doing to hide what’s underneath.
I close what little space there is left between us. Myles, Drew and a couple of the other guys sit up a little straighter in their seats, clearly hoping for a cat fight. “I won’t tell you again,honey. I suggest you take your hands off my boyfriend before I remove them for you.”
I don’t miss the twitch of Killian’s mouth, the ghost of a smile crossing his face.
She sighs like she’s bored, pushing herself off of Killian’s lap before turning to me, getting up in my personal space.
“I thought I told you to get out of my face?” She jabs a finger into my chest, pushing against me, though not hard enough to have me lose my balance. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“Right now? You are.”
