Addy’s eyes widen, and some unknown emotion flashes in her eyes. She looks torn between closing the distance between us and bolting. Tessa sees Addy and jumps out of Ransom’s arms. She rushes over to Addy and hugs her. Addy stands stock-still, a flabbergasted look on her face. Tessa releases her, then proceeds to drag her to the bar where I’m standing.
“Hi, I’m Tessa, and this big guy is Ransom… He’s my daddy.”
“Uh… I’m Addy,” she replies, still looking confused by the turn of events.
“Axel has told me so much about you.” Tessa touches Addy’s hair with a huge smile on her face. “Wow. You’re even prettier than he said.”
“Uh… thanks?” Addy says, blinking.
She looks like a deer caught in the headlights as Tessa railroads right over her. Thankfully, Ransom comes to the rescue.
“Come on, babygirl. Time to leave.”
“But I want to get to know Addy. It’s been forever since I made a new friend,” she pouts.
Ransom slaps her ass, and she jumps to attention. “Okay, okay. Sheesh!”
Tessa gives Addy another hug. “I can’t wait to get to know you and introduce you to the girls.”
“The girls?” Addy parrots.
“Oh yeah. You’ll love them. They’re great.”
When Tessa makes no move to leave, Ransom grabs her by the waist and tosses her over his shoulder. She pushes up off his back to wave at us.
“You kids have fun!” she shouts, drawing the attention of half the club to Addy and me.
The look on Addy’s face tells me that attention is a negative thing. I scowl at all the people staring our way, and they return to their conversations.
“What the heck just happened?” she asks.
“That is Tessa. She’s a bit over the top.”
“You think?”
I just shrug because what more is there to say about it. Tessa is Tessa. A freaking tornado wreaking havoc wherever she goes.
“You look incredible,” I say, changing the subject.
And she does. She’s wearing a light pink dress that hugs her breasts, then flares out around her thighs. My mouth waters as I imagine pushing that skirt up and burying my face between her legs.
“She said I’m your girlfriend,” she says in an accusing tone.
Fuck. I had hoped that she either didn’t hear it or was going to brush it off. No such luck.
“I swear I didn’t tell her you’re my girlfriend. In fact, I specifically told her we were just having a bit of fun.”
“Then why would she say that?” she says skeptically.
I shake my head, inwardly cursing Tessa. “Because ever since she and Ransom finally got their shit together, she’s been trying to play matchmaker with everyone.”
Addy doesn’t look convinced but lets it go. She sits at the bar, and I pour her a sparkling water. She gives me a grateful smile, then sips her water. A wave of customers comes, and I have to turn my attention to them.
Go figure that it would be slow all night, then as soon as Addy gets here, it picks up. I apologize, but she just brushes it off, saying it’s okay. Thankfully she seems content to sit and people-watch while I work.
Twenty minutes later, Wade—my replacement—shows up, and I’m free to whisk her away to the private room. As soon as the door closes behind us, I pull her into my arms and crush my lips to hers. She gasps in surprise but quickly catches fire with her own pent-up desire.
Her fingers tug at my hair as I deepen the kiss. She moans into my lips when I grip her ass and pull her tight against my hard cock. She moans again, kissing me harder. Our tongues slick together, dancing erotically with each other. By the time we break apart, we’re both panting to catch our breath.