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them sacrifice what s left of their self-esteem for the evening to avoid
getting banned?
Jack replied, Yes, but only if they march their asses back through the
club and make it a public apology. And then they ll need to leave for the
evening.
Judging by the change in his expression, Jim had been hoping for a less
public apology, which would have been a little easier on his ego, but he d
offered, so now he d have to man up.
The noise level in the bar dropped a little when the men re-entered
through the backdoor, minus their dignity. Ice packs to their faces, they
cautiously approached Grace after Jack nodded to them to say their piece.
I m very sorry to have insulted you, Mrs. Warner. I spoke out of turn,
and I hope somehow you can forgive me, Jim said as clearly as he could
around his swelling sinuses.
I accept your apology, Grace replied softly.
The other man offered a similar plea for forgiveness, and after she
accepted, they both made their way to the traditional exit of the club, the
front door. As if on cue, the DJ started another song, and club patrons left
their tables and headed for the dance floor as Grace and her men excused
themselves and made their way back to their table on the other side of the
bar.
Eli returned to Rachel s side, doing his job, carding a few people who
had come in the entrance. After Eli was done, the group entered the club,
and he returned to Rachel. She looked up at him curiously.
You okay, Rachel? He looked into her deep blue eyes.
I m sorry that our little moment was interrupted, but, yes, I m fine,
Eli.
Why so serious?
I was thinking about the fight. It s not uncommon for fights to break
out in here. I ve even watched you break a few up over the last couple of
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months. Most of the fights are over a woman, but I can t recall ever seeing
someone fight for a woman, to defend her honor.
Every woman wants a man that will deal out reckoning like that in her
defense. Maybe it makes me sound a little bloodthirsty, but I was turned on
by it when you winked at me then carried that son of a bitch out the
backdoor for his beating, she said, stroking his chest as she looked up to
him with eyes filled with admiration.
Mmm, are you a bloodthirsty wench? Does it turn you on that I might
someday have to rip some stupid bastard a new one for offending you?
Because the defensive feelings I have for my boss s wife are nothing
compared to the feelings I have for you. If someone ever hurt you, I might
not stop at beating them to a bloody pulp. I might have to put them in the
hospital& or worse. I d fight to my last gasp defending you, angel. Eli
cupped her cheek and then trailed a hand down her back.
I can t begin to tell you how much it pleases me to know you re my
defender, she murmured, reaching for him. He leaned down and let her
wrap her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist, hugging
her. He kissed her lips again, and they were right back in their romantic
moment from before the fight.
Uh-oh, watch out, baby, here come the Bubblehead Twins, he
chortled, grateful to Grace for the heads-up.
The what? She looked around his biceps. Oh, them! She chuckled.
Are you sure you don t want to try two women at the same time? She
snickered. Especially a sure thing like them?
He picked her up and gently sat her in her tall chair. You re all the
woman I ll ever want. You have more beauty and sex appeal in your little
pinkie finger than they do in their entire silicone-implanted bodies.
She laughed out loud, then said, You won t let them get me wet, will
you? She waited for his response to her double meaning. He did and
grinned devilishly then spoke softly so Mike and Rogelio couldn t hear his
words.
Oh, you re going to get wet, all right, but it will be under my touch
and my tongue, not from some barfly s drink. Watch me work. He winked.
By this point, the women were almost upon them, one armed with a full
drink, the other carrying a folded bar napkin that no doubt had their phone
numbers written on it. Rachel settled back in her chair and crossed her legs,
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watching the drama play out. Eli moved forward, and he smoothly caught
the first blonde by the wrists as she tripped, miraculously never spilling a
drop of her drink on Rachel.
Whoa! Careful there, ma am. Are you all right? You almost took a
tumble, didn t you? It would have been terrible if you d spilled your drink
all over my girlfriend s lap. I think there s been enough drama for one
evening, don t you? he asked, looking seriously into her embarrassed face.
She smiled uneasily and apologized then backed away from him.
Not to be deterred so easily, her friend tucked the napkin in the front
pocket of his leathers, perilously close to the semi-erect shaft Rachel had
inspired with her earlier words. He gently extricated her hand, which held
the napkin.
He took the napkin from the woman and opened it up and looked
closely at it. What s this? Sorry, I have a girlfriend, and I don t think she d
appreciate you offering me your phone numbers. I m a one woman kind of
man, ladies. Eli emphasized the last part clearly but softly. He slipped the
napkin back into her palm and gently closed her fingers over it. Would you
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them sacrifice what s left of their self-esteem for the evening to avoid
getting banned?
Jack replied, Yes, but only if they march their asses back through the
club and make it a public apology. And then they ll need to leave for the
evening.
Judging by the change in his expression, Jim had been hoping for a less
public apology, which would have been a little easier on his ego, but he d
offered, so now he d have to man up.
The noise level in the bar dropped a little when the men re-entered
through the backdoor, minus their dignity. Ice packs to their faces, they
cautiously approached Grace after Jack nodded to them to say their piece.
I m very sorry to have insulted you, Mrs. Warner. I spoke out of turn,
and I hope somehow you can forgive me, Jim said as clearly as he could
around his swelling sinuses.
I accept your apology, Grace replied softly.
The other man offered a similar plea for forgiveness, and after she
accepted, they both made their way to the traditional exit of the club, the
front door. As if on cue, the DJ started another song, and club patrons left
their tables and headed for the dance floor as Grace and her men excused
themselves and made their way back to their table on the other side of the
bar.
Eli returned to Rachel s side, doing his job, carding a few people who
had come in the entrance. After Eli was done, the group entered the club,
and he returned to Rachel. She looked up at him curiously.
You okay, Rachel? He looked into her deep blue eyes.
I m sorry that our little moment was interrupted, but, yes, I m fine,
Eli.
Why so serious?
I was thinking about the fight. It s not uncommon for fights to break
out in here. I ve even watched you break a few up over the last couple of
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months. Most of the fights are over a woman, but I can t recall ever seeing
someone fight for a woman, to defend her honor.
Every woman wants a man that will deal out reckoning like that in her
defense. Maybe it makes me sound a little bloodthirsty, but I was turned on
by it when you winked at me then carried that son of a bitch out the
backdoor for his beating, she said, stroking his chest as she looked up to
him with eyes filled with admiration.
Mmm, are you a bloodthirsty wench? Does it turn you on that I might
someday have to rip some stupid bastard a new one for offending you?
Because the defensive feelings I have for my boss s wife are nothing
compared to the feelings I have for you. If someone ever hurt you, I might
not stop at beating them to a bloody pulp. I might have to put them in the
hospital& or worse. I d fight to my last gasp defending you, angel. Eli
cupped her cheek and then trailed a hand down her back.
I can t begin to tell you how much it pleases me to know you re my
defender, she murmured, reaching for him. He leaned down and let her
wrap her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist, hugging
her. He kissed her lips again, and they were right back in their romantic
moment from before the fight.
Uh-oh, watch out, baby, here come the Bubblehead Twins, he
chortled, grateful to Grace for the heads-up.
The what? She looked around his biceps. Oh, them! She chuckled.
Are you sure you don t want to try two women at the same time? She
snickered. Especially a sure thing like them?
He picked her up and gently sat her in her tall chair. You re all the
woman I ll ever want. You have more beauty and sex appeal in your little
pinkie finger than they do in their entire silicone-implanted bodies.
She laughed out loud, then said, You won t let them get me wet, will
you? She waited for his response to her double meaning. He did and
grinned devilishly then spoke softly so Mike and Rogelio couldn t hear his
words.
Oh, you re going to get wet, all right, but it will be under my touch
and my tongue, not from some barfly s drink. Watch me work. He winked.
By this point, the women were almost upon them, one armed with a full
drink, the other carrying a folded bar napkin that no doubt had their phone
numbers written on it. Rachel settled back in her chair and crossed her legs,
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watching the drama play out. Eli moved forward, and he smoothly caught
the first blonde by the wrists as she tripped, miraculously never spilling a
drop of her drink on Rachel.
Whoa! Careful there, ma am. Are you all right? You almost took a
tumble, didn t you? It would have been terrible if you d spilled your drink
all over my girlfriend s lap. I think there s been enough drama for one
evening, don t you? he asked, looking seriously into her embarrassed face.
She smiled uneasily and apologized then backed away from him.
Not to be deterred so easily, her friend tucked the napkin in the front
pocket of his leathers, perilously close to the semi-erect shaft Rachel had
inspired with her earlier words. He gently extricated her hand, which held
the napkin.
He took the napkin from the woman and opened it up and looked
closely at it. What s this? Sorry, I have a girlfriend, and I don t think she d
appreciate you offering me your phone numbers. I m a one woman kind of
man, ladies. Eli emphasized the last part clearly but softly. He slipped the
napkin back into her palm and gently closed her fingers over it. Would you
excuse me? he asked kindly. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]