“She isn’t happy with him,” Fiona said.
My eyes landed onto her sympathetic deep blue ones.
“I’m sorry?”
“Penny with Dex. She doesn’t look at him the way she does you.”
“Well, thanks for the insight there, Fiona. What am I supposed to do about it though? She’s engaged.”
“I don’t think she wants to be. Maybe you should talk to her,” she said as she glanced out the front window checking to see if the cab had arrived.
I followed her eyes out the large glass window just as a set of headlights pulled into the lot. “He’s my brother, well half-brother. Did she tell you that?” I asked.
“Ouch. No she didn’t tell me that.”
A black BMW pulled close to the door, and Penny stepped out of the passenger side.
“Speak of the devil,” I whispered. As soon as Penny’s high-heeled feet hit the pavement, Dex’s car took off and disappeared into the night.
My heart hammered as I watched her walk toward the front door. More like stomp. She looked pissed. Her hips swayed with every step. My mouth went dry as I got closer. I had no clue what to say to her. Part of me, the part my dick controlled, wanted to take her caveman style and screw her on the back patio. But, it was the part that no longer wanted her, the part in control, which was clueless. I’m a total liar. I wanted her. With every part.
When she opened the door, I was met with deep eyes and a hard stare.
“Oh. Hi, I wasn’t expecting to see you both here near the door.” She pointed at the passed out redhead who at Penny’s words opened her dark eyes and glanced around. “Who’s this?”
“Where am I?” the redhead slurred. Her eyes darted around, and when she noticed me—a smile split her face wide. “Oh, Theo, can you take me home already and fuck me hard like you promised?” Her head fell back against the wall and she once again snored. Oh shit, I can’t believe she said that. A few years ago I would have probably taken her up on her offer. Although, no one wants to bang a girl on the verge of passing out. Been there, done that. Have the limp dick it caused to prove it. Sorry, but it’s true. Nothing makes your dick go soft faster than a girl just not into it.
Penny looked at me as if I had two heads like an alien. I smiled, knowing full well I had never uttered those words to the redhead. She couldn’t possibly believe I would have said that. Oh wait, I think she did.
“Lovely,” Penny sneered. “Theo, can you please keep your dick in your pants and not in the guests?” She rushed past me, her heels hitting the wooden floor planks at record speed.
I turned, a small laugh leaving my lips. “Penny, she’s drunk.” I followed after her leaving Fiona to take care of the redhead. Really, I couldn’t believe I chased after her to explain, but, damn, I needed her to know I didn’t fuck around anymore. Maybe once before, but not since I’d tasted her, felt her, knew her. I had never been the same, and fuck why couldn’t she see that?
The place had emptied out and the only people left were the kitchen crew cleaning up for the night.
I raced into the kitchen trying to keep pace with Penny.
When she slammed the office door in my face, I yanked it open and stepped inside. “Keep my dick out of the guests? Really, Penny? Since when do you care about my dick and its whereabouts?”
She played with papers on the desk as her long hair hung down shielding her eyes from me. “I don’t need my bartender/part-owner fraternizing with customers. It’s bad for business.”
She looked up at me with lust in her eyes and hatred in her cocked brow. I wanted to raise those brows a little more, like when she unraveled beneath me. Thing was, I knew what Penny’s face looked like when she had one of the best orgasms of her life only I could give her. I knew her face, studied it, had a Master’s degree in it, even. I wanted to remind her what I could do with my tongue, my fingers, and my cock. I would remind her how I could make her come with one flick of my wrist. I knew how to drive her crazy.
But, her and Dex were together now. And the thought sent me hurdling past memory lane and straight into defensive territory. I needed to punch something. A punching bag? No, not good enough. My only salvation would be Dex’s face beaten to a bloody pulp.
I stepped closer, she stepped back. The wood of the desk acted as a barrier between us as she rifled along it in search of something.
Shiny metal glinted under the light of the lamp on the desk, and I glanced down seeing the item she must be searching for. I picked up her car keys, looping my finger through the keyring. Dangling them in front of her, I grinned. “Are these what you’re looking for?”
“Give them to me.” She held out her hand.
I stepped back, holding the keys higher into the air. “Not until you apologize for treating me like a teenager who doesn’t know how to keep his cock restrained.”
Her face scrunched, and her freckles glistened in the soft moon light.
Fuck, the freckles.
“Oh now you want to talk, huh? I’ve been trying to talk to you all day.” She still held her hand out probably thinking I would give her the keys back. Fuck, she was not getting them back that easy.