Page 63 of Bourbon Kingdom
“No fucking way. If you’re banging the employees, then so can I. It’s only fair. Don’t you want a fair work environment for everyone? Make your employees happy?”
“Not really. I’m a slave driver. I don’t want anyone happy unless my dick is inside of them,” Diego winked at me.
“Hmm, does that mean I need to bend over?” Blane asked, as if he was contemplating a hard math problem.
“Nah, opening your mouth is perfectly fine.”
“Why am I listening to this?” I asked, as I started to walk away, but Blane stopped me with a muscular arm to my waist. He pulled me into his chest and leaned down to my ear.
“You can’t tell me you’re not affected by me.” I could hear the mirth in his voice, and all I wanted to do was smack that stupid grin off of his face.
Moving in with Diego was a smart move on my part, because I could continue to paint and earn money while I tried to figure out what my next step in life was going to be. I also felt safe in his club, like no one could harm me. The only problem was, I was living with two of the most flirtatious men I’d ever met. Kace and Jett were the complete opposite; they didn’t show many emotions at all, they didn’t show their feelings. They had mastered the art of emotional detachment, making it impossible to understand what they might possibly be thinking in their gorgeously brilliant minds, but not Diego and Blane. They would lick me as I walked by if I let them.
But, even though Jett and Kace didn’t voice their emotions, I could see it in their eyes, especially Jett. He would lighten up when he saw me walk into a room, his eyes would become sinister when I would tease him, and he would soften when I needed him to.
I guess that didn’t matter now, though, because even though I thought he might have loved me, what it came down to was, he didn’t trust me. Never once had I given him the impression that there was any other man but him, but he couldn’t see that; it was as if he had blinders on and he only saw what he wanted to see.
I can’t live my life like that. I refused to live my life like that.
“Hey, where did you go?” Blane asked.
“Sorry, just thinking.” I pulled away and grabbed another drink from Diego. Too many heavy thoughts during a fun time with friends.
“Thinking about Jett?” Diego asked, while pulling me into his chest.
“No,” I lied.
“Yeah, okay, Goldie. You’re the worst liar ever.”
“We’re not talking about this. I distanced myself. “We’re learning how to pole dance.” I set my drink down and clapped my hands. “Now, line up, I want to see you guys move.”
“I need music if I’m going to do this,” Blane said with a cringe.
“And another shot,” Diego added.
“Ugh, you guys are annoying. Fine, let me get—”
“Ahhhhhh!!!!!” screams came from down the hallway, scaring the ever-living piss out of me.
I flung my body up against the wall in sheer panic as the voices filtered in. Getting ready for a complete attack, I put my hands in knife-hand mode and got in my karate-attack position.
One by one, Pepper, Babs, Francy, and Tootse filed into the room, holding up bottles of booze and screaming at the top of their lungs.
With my hand to my heart, making sure it didn’t beat right out of my chest, I asked, “What the hell are you four doing here?”
“Drinking with our girl,” Babs said, while eyeing Blane up and down.
Francy tossed a bottle of vodka to Diego and told him to find a place for it.
Pepper grabbed ahold of the cap of the whiskey bottle in her hand and downed some, right before handing it over to me, while Tootse ran up to me with her hands wide open, in attack mode.
In a matter of seconds, I had Tootse’s hands squeezing my breasts, Pepper shoving liquor down my throat, Babs whispering in my ear about Blane, and Francy smacking my ass.
“Hold up,” I said, stopping the onslaught of Jett Girls. “How the hell did you know I was here?”
With her hand on her hip, Babs gave me a pointed look and said, “Come on, Lo, we’re not that stupid. You were either with your bartender friend Carlos, or Diego. We called Carlos and got the old negative from him, so we thought we would come over here.”
“You ladies are welcome over here any time,” Diego replied, while perusing all the girls, sin lacing his eyes.
