off another night,” he says.
“Sure.”
My teeth grind across each other as my tightened jaw shifts. I’d like to tie her up for being so damn defiant. Does she not listen to a word I say? I turn to face her.
“I’ll meet you in the lobby in a moment.” I tread back to the table. Shit, now I’ll have to deal with Blanca.
“I’m sorry, but I have to tend to something work related. Can I give you a rain check on dinner?”
She shakes her head as she stares up at me.
“You see her and suddenly need to leave. Figures. I might’ve considered a different job when I started here if I knew it took being a server to catch the eye of the Cassano brothers.”
Blanca stands and pulls her purse over her shoulder. She looks impeccable in her pale pink suit. She also looks pissed.
“I’m sorry. It’s not what you think. I’m saving her from that freak.”
“Hmm … and why is that Xavier?”
Her back turns on me before she’s stomping toward the exit. Dammit.
“Zev,” Noah says. I close my eyes for a second before I stroll over to him.
“What do you need?”
“Why do I feel like you’re cock blocking me? You and Simon both seem to have a knack for that.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Noah, considering his girl, Sadie, was never an option for you.” He shoots me a dirty look, and my nerves are about shot after the last ten minutes.
“I want Tara. If I can’t have the slutty schoolgirl, I want your trashy server.” The blood barrels through my veins again, and my fists close tightly. “I think I’ve seen this exact look on Jersey before,” he adds.
His smirk vanishes, and he narrows his gaze on me, his expression serious as fuck. “I want her, Zev, and if you want me spending a penny more in this hotel, you’re going to send her my way.”
“Did your mommy not make you share your toys as a child? Is that why you’re so demanding?”
“I think you’re the one who wasn’t taught to share. We can share Tara. I don’t have a problem with it.”
“I have to go.”
“Think long and hard about it,” he practically yells as I storm away. Simon was right. Noah is a royal asshole, and now I want to punch him.
Tara is biting her lip when I reach the lobby. My eyes roam over her shapely body. “Fuck,” I mumble under my breath. “Follow me,” I add tersely. It’s all I can get out with the anger I’m feeling. I want to unleash it on someone, and it’s going to take a lot of will for it not to be her.
She looks too damn gorgeous. Her blonde waves are resting over her firm tits again, and I had to fight to keep my eyes off them while I was speaking to her earlier. Her high cheek bones and full lips make her sexy as hell.
She’s in a short blue sundress, no straps, which matches her vivid eyes. At least I’m comfortable with Blanca. She gets me and would probably put up with my bullshit.
Instead, I’m finding myself immensely interested in this woman. She’s a mystery. Submissive and obviously easily persuaded one minute, then defiant the next.
I don’t get her. Pick your damn personality, so I have a clue what my heart is up against. Yeah, she must’ve removed the damn condemned sign around it.
I unlock the door to my office in Caged and step aside for her to enter. I have a clue what I’d like to do to her, but I don’t have a damn idea what I’m actually going to do with her. All I’m sure about is that I want her here.
Chapter Nine
Tara
Zev steps aside for me to enter his office. I’m supposed to be off tonight, but I guess he can pay me by way of me staring at his long, black lashes and intriguing eyes.
Oh, and I could never forget his layers of muscle. The man has to lift some extensive weights. I wish he’d show me his dimples again, but he seems pissed.
“I wasn’t expecting this, so I don’t have shit ready that you can do. You’re going to have to give me a few minutes, so take a seat.”
I sit and stare at him as he types away on
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