Chapter 61
KADENCE
Idecided to listen to Dr. Williams’s advice, only I would do it my way.
Why would I change anything about how I was to please her when I could be a brat and still get the job done?
The club was quiet when I arrived twenty minutes before we opened.
I told Annika I wanted to go in early, and she had Drew drop me off before he brought her later.
Blaize sat at the bar scowling, arms crossed and dripping in leather. She looked annoyingly good for a woman who ruined my life with mind blowing orgasms and multiple rejection speeches. One more time. This time I would say my piece before she had a chance to run.
I clapped my hands, getting her attention. “Now that I have your attention. We’re going to talk.”
Her eyes flickered up, unimpressed. “You need to help Jax.”
“And I will. My shift doesn’t start until seven. So you’ll sit your ass down and listen to me instead of running away.”
“Watch your mouth, Kadence.”
“No.” I hopped onto one of the bar stools next to her.
“So tell me Mrs. Big, scary, unemotional president, boss, mistress. You don’t want me.
I get it. Plain as day. I have the humiliation scars to prove it.
But tell me why you get jealous? What would you do if I kissed Jax?
Or if I got on my knees and begged Hunter to fuck me? I think she’d enjoy it.”
“You shouldn’t talk to your boss like this.”
I leaned in. “Why?” I tilted my head. “Are you going to fire me? Or are you going to fuck me again? Does this make you want me even though you said you don’t?
The way you’re looking at me says one thing, while your lips say another.
No one would complain if you finally took what you wanted and stopped being a stubborn bitch. ”
“Lower your voice,” she hissed.
I smirked, leaning into her. “Make. Me.”
Her jaw clenched so hard, I was surprised her teeth didn’t shatter.
We were nose-to-nose, breaths mingling. My heart was pounding so loud I thought it would leap from my chest. For a heartbeat of a second, I believed she would kiss me.
Her forehead dropped to mine, teeth clenched and breath hot against my lips.
My lips parted, granting her permission.
I wouldn’t be the one to break, but I wouldn’t complain, either.
When she didn’t kiss me, I sighed, pulling away. “You can keep pretending, Blaize. If you can’t admit anything, then stop looking at me like that. Stop thinking I’m yours when you can’t take charge. You want control? Why don’t you control your emotions and take what you want.”
Then I stood and turned my back to her, but I took maybe two steps before she grabbed me.
She spun me around and grabbed my throat, pulling me into her before she slammed her lips to mine.
This kiss wasn’t careful or soft. It was sharp, and desperate, and way too fast. She left me wanting more like she always did.
“This can’t happen again.”
I stepped closer to her, anger in my veins. “And why not?”
She was silent for a moment, trying to think of an excuse. “I’m your boss. It’s inappropriate.”
I laughed bitterly. “My boss, huh? That didn’t stop you from fucking me, but God forbid you have to admit your feelings.”
“Kadence, enough.”
“Whatever, Blaize.”
One of my regulars sat at the bar. She was a looker with black and blonde split hair, and a tight corset top that made her cleavage pop. I wasn’t one to flirt while working, but fuck it. I was in a mood, and if I couldn’t have Blaize, I would drown my sorrows with someone else.
“What can I get you?” My voice was light and airy.
“Whatever you’re drinking, gorgeous.”
I smirked, glancing at Blaize who happened to take a seat at the end of the bar. She couldn’t stay away. “That’s a dangerous choice.”
“I like dangerous.”
I laughed, pouring her a shot of Patron adding a few drops of grenadine to it. I got closer than I needed to as we cheered before taking the shot. The woman cringed as she flipped the shot glass.
“Wow, that’ll put hair on your chest. But it's worth it. Think I can have another with a special request?” I quirked my brow. “I know you’re making the boss jealous. Let me do a body shot to really get her hot and bothered.”
I smirked. Since I technically couldn’t take my clothes off at the bar, I grabbed a test tube shot glass and filled it with tequila before adding salt to each of my breasts and putting a lime between my lips.
She leaned forward, licking the salt from my breasts before taking the shot.
And then she took the lime wedge from my lips, but instead of squeezing the juice, she pulled it from her mouth and brushed her lips against mine.
Consent.
“Kiss me,” I muttered softly.
And she did. I didn’t see stars or anything, but I felt giddy because I knew Blaize would be watching me and this scene play out.
Was it a bitch move? Probably. But it was my turn to be one.
I was tired of being the one who got the shitty end of the stick.
I might want Blaize, but I wasn’t going to look like a fool again when I knew she wanted me, too.