The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Four

DRAVEN

“I didn’t miss anything,” I say with a roll of my eyes. Glancing around him at the back table, I can see Barbie staring at us with daggers in her eyes. “Your date looks thirsty,” I quip. “So, what can I get you?”

He glares, shoving himself forward to lean across the bar.

God he looks good in that tight white shirt.

“What did that Armani Moron give you?” He hisses at me, eyeing the small bulge in my pants’ pocket.

At first, I am a little confused, then I realize he is referring to Mister Hottie in the three-piece. “A twenty,” I answer, not really sure why. I don’t owe this fool any explanations.

His jaw clenches before he smiks. A deep dimple forming in one cheek. “What else?”

My eyes narrow at him, my gaze stuttering on the impatient line of patrons behind him. “Do you want something or not?”

“What else did he give you?” He asks again.

He couldn’t possibly have noticed the little folded paper with the phone number on it, right?

“His number,” I say to him softly as his silver eyes fall toward my lips.

He jerks backward, still staring at my mouth. “One hard lemonade and two shots of Jack,” he says. Then ripping his eyes to the left, he glares at Mister Hottie’s table.

“Coming right up,” I say, turning around to grab the ingredients.

I can feel him watching me and I do my best to focus. It was all I could do to keep my momentum going and not spill anything with the fire of his eyes on my back.

“Let me have it,” Domonic commands from behind me, causing me to laugh as I mix lemon syrup and vodka in a hot glass from under the shelf.

“I’m not done making it,” I snipe, turning back around.

He grins at me, going full dimple and swiping two fingers over his chin. Then, giving me a stupidly sexy look, he says, “I’m talking about the guy’s phone number. Not the drinks.”

with his order. “Besides, his is only one of many.” And it’s the truth. In just the few hours since we’d opened, I’ve already made four hundred in tips

his drinks, shaking himself for a moment before taking them off the counter. “Have Bart meet me in the back room.” He slaps a

Make that four hundred-seventy-five.

charm my way through the next five patrons. In fact, each time I look up I am met with his heavy lidded gaze. But the dimples are gone. It seems the

that

to suppress a scream. “You scared me,” I

giggles, “Am I that

friend wants to see you in the back

“My friend?”

me

and we share a

hall toward the restrooms and into the office in the back. Seeing that they left the door slightly ajar, I scan the action around me. Satisfied that a moment away won’t be too terrible, I make my way toward where

myself between stacks of boxes just outside of the office door and

hell is she still

does

I want

you said. I remember. What’s the big deal? She needed

need any strangers around here

now, she is contributing. Just look out front. The place

“I’m aware.”

is she gorgeous, but she’s really good. So, what’s the problem? What’s really going

you one last chance to get rid of

fuck man? What exactly is your problem with her?

and she doesn’t

Maybe her stepdaddy will find her and put a few more bruises on her body. Or maybe his son will. That might make you might feel a

cursing myslef for not swearing Bart to secrecy

What the fuck are you

because she’s spoiled, or because she didn’t get her way. She left them because they were abusing her! I saw the fruits of their

someone hitting the wall. Even the boxes shudder around me. “You what? You saw

like that

won’t! Tell me, what is it like then, huh? Did you touch her?” Another thud. “I swear

touched her! So