The first man was older, with mocha-colored skin and hints of silver in his black hair. He whistled as he walked into the front room, stopping as he saw her.
“Well, hello there, darlin’,” he drawled in a southern accent.
Ooh, she always loved that accent.
“Hi,” she murmured.
Two more men stepped in behind him. One was huge, towering over the other two. He looked younger, closer to her age. His hair was long, down to his shoulders. The third man was the scariest looking. He was bald, with a scar working its way down his neck but it was the complete lack of expression on his face that made him truly terrifying.
“I’m Razor,” the black-skinned man told her with a smile. “The tall guy behind me is Jason and baldy here is, Spike.”
Spike and Razor? Holy hell.
“Hi, I’m Sunny.” She smiled back.
“You sure are,” Razor said weirdly.
Jason smiled at her. Spike didn’t even look her way, he just turned and walked towards Duke’s office.
“Don’t mind him,” Razor told her. “He’s grumpy today.”
“He’s grumpy every day,” Jason added.
“Yep.” Razor winked at her. “We’ll see you later, Miss Sunny. Be good now and drink your water.”
That was kind of a weird thing to say, but she shrugged it off as Rory’s first customer of the day arrived.
* * *
Duke paced up and down his small office, unable to sit still.
“Something happen?” Razor asked as he took the last remaining seat. Spike leaned back against the door and Jason stood in the corner. Ink sat on the edge of his desk, his leg swinging and a shit-eating grin on his face.
Reyes was in Duke’s chair behind the desk. That bastard always had to be in a position of control.
“Duke just had a fright. He’s now working through his delicate emotions,” Ink stated.
“Fuck you,” Duke growled.
Razor smiled, his too-knowing gaze taking in Duke. “This have anything to do with Miss Sunny? She’s looking good. No adverse effects from a few weeks back?”
He was aware of everyone staring at him. Everyone except Reyes who was staring at something on his phone.
“What makes you think that was about Sunny?”
“Well, unless you’ve met two Littles in the past fortnight, I thought it was a fairly safe guess she was the one you were calling me for advice about.”
“Fuck. Do you ever stop running your mouth? That was private,” Duke snapped.
Razor’s grin widened. “So it was Sunny you wanted to know how to deal with.”
“Sunny is a Little.” Ink gave him an interested look. “And you needed help handling her? She seems pretty sweet to me.”
“I didn’t need help handling her,” Duke started. Fucking nosy bastards. “We’re not here to talk about my private life.”
“So she’s part of your private life too?” Ink asked.
“That’s none of your fucking business,” Duke bit out.