“Then you might want to rethink pressing charges. The way I remember it going down, your buddy put his hands on her first.”
His mouth dropped open. “You’re defending her?”
I shrugged. “She had a point. I came in here and cut the line.” When he didn’t agree with me, I decided to try a new tactic. “How about this? I hook you and your coworkers up with some signed merch, and we forget the whole thing ever happened. Deal?”
“I want tickets,” he countered.
Hell, I’d get him locker room access if that meant he’d let my girl off the hook.
“Done.” I nodded. “Oh, and one more thing?”
“I’m almost afraid to ask.”
Tapping on the counter, unable to stop from expelling some of my pent-up excitement, I grinned. “I get to be the first one to go in there with her. And then you hook her up with whatever she came for today.”
Shaking his head in disbelief, he looked skyward. “You got a death wish or something?”
“Quite the opposite,” I shot back.
I was particularly looking forward to stoking that fire within her for years to come. God help anyone who ever tried to snuff it out.
Knocking on the door, I could hear the annoyance in her voice on the other side.
“Not sure why you’re bothering, not like I can deny you entry.”
Turning the knob, I pushed inside.
My girl was sulking in a metal chair in the corner, arms crossed, eyes shooting daggers when they rose to meet my gaze.
“You,” she seethed.
Folding my arms, I leaned against the open door. “Hi, Kitten.”
For a second, she dropped the angry-girl act and blinked at me. “What?”
“Hell of a show you put on out there. What’s a guy gotta do to get a private encore?”
Her eyes narrowed as her jaw clenched before gritting out, “Look, buddy. I don’t know what kind of kinky shit you’re into, but I’m sure if you search hard enough, there’s a site on the internet that can help you scratch that itch.”
I hummed. “I’d rather have you help me scratch it, Kitten. Your claws seem sharp enough.”
“Not interested, but thanks for the offer.”
Cocking my head, I couldn’t help but smirk at her. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”
She rolled those pretty eyes and huffed. “Yeah, you’re the guy who got me thrown in DMV jail.”
I bit back a response that I was the only reason she wasn’t headed for real jail today. Given her rant about the special treatment I’d received, I was certain it wouldn’t go over well that I had pulled strings to help her out.
“You’re free to go, but I was hoping I might be able to convince you to grab a cup of coffee or maybe a late lunch if you haven’t eaten yet. From the sounds of it, you’ve been here a while.”
“Unreal,” she muttered under her breath as she stood, scowling.
When she stepped closer, I noticed the green flecks nestled in her brown irises, glittering as she shot me an irritated glance. God, I couldn’t wait to see what they looked like when she was aroused, burning with passion. Thankfully, I had all the time in the world to find out.
“Some of us aren’t the chosen ones who have the world bend to their will.” Disdain dripped from every word, but I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. She was adorable when she was riled up. “Sorry to disappoint you, but the peasants have places to be.”
“Tomorrow, then?”
