cocktail napkin. “Call me later.” She presses a red lipstick kiss to the napkin. “I’d love to show you what you’ve been missing.” The satisfied gleam in her eye says she believes she has a real chance. About as real as those tits, sweetheart. I make a show of folding the napkin and putting it in my pocket before she turns and saunters away, no doubt on the prowl for her next victim.
When it’s clear she’s not going to look back, I pull the damp napkin from my pocket and crush it in my fist before tossing it in the trash.
Malcolm makes a sound between a fake laugh and a snort of derision. “Never known you to be a liar, Boss.”
I turn to Malcolm and barely hold back my sneer at the self-satisfied look on his face. Fucker thinks because I threw away the number, I somehow proved his point. Guess it’s time to take the motherfucker to school.
“Let me make something perfectly clear, Malcolm. I’ve been sticking my dick into pussy long before you even knew what yours was for. Be it the warm, wet hole of a dripping pussy, or the tight, strangling grip of a man’s ass—my dick has seen it all.” When he stares at me, speechless, I continue, “I’m also fascinated with your sudden interest in my dick and where I stick it.” I take a suggestive step forward and smirk when he backs away, only to realize there’s a wall behind him. “I’ve never been one for subtle hints, so if you want something from me you’re gonna have to be a little more direct.”
Being this close to him and suggesting that I would ever let my dick anywhere near him, makes me sick. But I have a plan, and the pieces need to be set in motion.
“Listen, I just came down to tell you that you can head home for the day. It’s slow right now and there’s no sense in you and Rhys both being here.”
Malcolm folds his arms over his chest. “So send Rhys home. Why should I have to leave? I’m more experienced and you know it’ll be packed later tonight. He can’t handle that by himself.”
Is this asshole trying to get on every single one of my nerves tonight? The petty part of me wants to tell him that he’ll leave because I said so. The rational part of me already has a reply that will feed perfectly into his narcissistic self.
“You’re right, but I saw the time sheet and you’ve been working your ass off lately. And you’ve got your vacation time coming up too. Plus, I’d like a night working the bar with the kid. Make sure he’s up to Corrupt’s standards.”
Malcolm nods, looking satisfied that I noticed how much time he’s been putting in before he glances at Rhys. “I guess I could use a night off from babysitting before I go on vacation. Between us, dude’s kinda creepy. I think he’s been giving off a bad vibe to some of the girls.”
“Yeah?” I lower my voice. “You think he’s a threat to them?”
Malcolm hesitates, but his eyes never meet mine. “Look boss, it’s not my place to say, and I don’t want to be the one that causes the kid to lose his job… I caught him sneaking around one of the back rooms the other day. I don’t know if he was just listening in to get his rocks off or what, but I imagine the girls will feel pretty violated if they know it happens.”
I’ll take ‘I’m a goddamn liar for two hundred, Pat’.
“Fuck, I’ll look into it.” I give his shoulder a squeeze and he flinches. “Thanks, Mal. I’ll see if I can pull anything from the cameras.”
Cue the backtracking. “Ah, you can look, but I doubt you’ll be able to see him from where he was standing. He’s been here long enough to know where the cameras are.” His voice is barely a whisper. “It’s like he knows exactly where to stand.”
“Shit.” I raise my brow, feigning shock. Clearly Malcolm is out of the loop on Corrupt’s security. He has no idea what he’s in for. “No problem, I’ll have Bullet pull the footage from the ones he installed.”
Malcolm does his best to hide it, but when my words penetrate, his breathing escalates and sweat dots his brow. “You had Bullet install some too?” The tremble in his voice is like a homing beacon. I don’t miss it, and I don’t