Page 104 of Bourbon Truths
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she hissed.
Two bouncers jumped up on stage and grabbed me by the shoulders. I released Lyla. I elbowed one of them in stomach, making him instantly back down and then elbowed the other in the jaw, sending him backward into the crowd. I grabbed Lyla again and forced her behind the curtain.
“Kace!” she shouted. “Let me go!”
“Nope,” I responded, leading her to the lockers. There were a few ladies in the locker room, and when they saw us enter, they quickly exited, giving us some privacy. Once they were gone, I slammed the door, turned on Lyla, and crossed my arms. “Get your things.”
“Excuse me?” Her nipples were hard and poked the thin T-shirt.
“You heard me. Pack your things, Lyla.”
“The fuck I will. You don’t order me around.”
“Lyla, I will not ask you again. Pack your fucking things, or I will do it for you.”
She didn’t move. She just stood there, tapping her foot. Stubborn fucking woman.
“Fine,” I said. I walked over to her locker, cocked my elbow back, and plowed into the middle of the flimsy medal, sending the lock across the room. I opened the dented door and grabbed her purse, shoving her items inside.
“Hey!” she shouted while she rushed over to me. I tossed her regular-sized shirt and shorts at her, then grabbed the bills from her thong and put them in her purse.
“Get dressed.”
“No. I’m not leaving. You can’t just come in here after last night and be all controlling and try to tell me what to do.”
I got in her face and lifted her chin so she was forced to look in my eyes. With a serious tone in my voice, I said, “You’re not working here anymore. So get your ass dressed, because we’re leaving.”
“No.”
“Lyla,” I warned.
“What are you going to do? Man-handle me out of here?”
I grabbed her around the waist, showing her I wasn’t kidding. “Do not test me.”
“Ugh, you’re infuriating!”
“Lyla, get your ass back on stage,” Marv, the owner of Kitten’s Castle said as he bustled into the locker room, breathing heavily and purple from anger.
“Let go of me,” Lyla threatened.
“Who is this?” Marv asked, poking me in the back.
I turned quickly on the man, towering over him. He backed up and held out his hands defensively.
“Whoa, don’t want to start trouble.”
“Then I suggest you find someone else to cover Lyla’s shift.”
The puny man backed away and practically ran out of the room, closing the door behind him. Even though I was easily able to scare away her manager, the overbearing tactic wasn’t working with Lyla, thanks to her stubbornness, so it looked like I was going to have to open my heart right in the middle of the locker room.
I grabbed her hand, and she tried to pull away, but I laced our fingers together. “Lyla, please come with me. I’m sorry about this morning. I had some things I needed to take care of, but I’m ready to talk and I would rather not do it at Kitten’s Castle.”
“That’s all you had to say, idiot,” she muttered under her breath as she dressed. She slowly took off her stage shirt and walked over to her purse, naked besides her heels and thong, and dug around for her bra. She then grabbed the neckline of my shirt and pulled me closer so I could feel her nipples pebble against the thin cotton of my shirt. My hands instinctively went to her hips. Her lips nipped mine as my hands went under the strap of her thong and molded into her ass.
I groaned when her tongue stroked the seam of my lips, looking for entrance. Kindly I obliged and allowed her to explore my mouth.
Just when I was settling in for a make-out session, she pulled away and then tapped my hard-as-fuck erection. “Just making sure it still worked.” She smiled and put on her bra.
