“Do you have feelings for the man?” she asks inquisitively.
“Honestly, I don’t know what feelings I have for Hunter, other than he makes my heart race anytime he’s around. I can barely breathe when he looks at me without it hurting,” I tell her.
“Annslee, babe, you’ve got it bad for this man and he’s only fucked you once,” she chuckles.
“Ugh, I’m a moron,” I mutter, shaking my head.
“No, babe, you’re not a moron. You’re a woman allowing her body to tell her what she feels with her heart rather than her mind. What you are is one of a kind. There aren’t many women who do that,” Kit-Kat murmurs softly as she reaches across the bar to touch my shoulder.
“I don’t get what you mean.” Unable to understand what she means.
“You will, Annslee. I can guarn-fuckin’-tee you will,” she grins.
“What do you mean?” I ask her.
“You’ll see, babe,” her grin widens further.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” My back stiffens at the sound of Hunter’s voice and fear begins to clog my throat.
Oh shit. I’d told him I was going to the store when I asked him to watch Huntson. What the hell is he doing here?
Worse what is he doing here with a bunch of other men, glaring at me while they grin in amusement behind him. Including Lex.
Great.
Just freaking great.
Can my life get any more complicated?
“Hunter, what are you doing here?” I ask in return.
“Finding out why you fuckin’ lied to me about where you were going.” he retorts.
“This is Hunter?” Kit-Kat asks looking between the two of us. “Oh, babe, you are totally fuckin’ screwed. Might as well tell Dean to put an ad out for a new bartender,” she cackles slapping the bar top.
“I’ll repeat, what the fuck are you doing here?” Hunter demands stepping closer to the bar.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” I snap, embarrassed he’d come here.
“Looks like you’re working in a bar you shouldn’t have your ass in. Not when you’re supposed to be at home with our son,” he growls, placing his hands on the edge of the bar next to Kit-Kat.
“Hey, brother, while you deal with this, we’re gonna watch the show. These bitches got some serious fuckin’ talent,” one of the men who’d come in with Bethany’s dad this week, I think his name’s Angel states, patting Hunter on the back.
“Enjoy the show, but be on your best behavior, I have no problem kicking you out if need be,” Kit-Kat announces from her position on her stool in front of me.
“Oh, baby, I will do my best. You might wanna come sit on my lap to keep me in check though,” he chuckles.
“Sorry, but I prefer Annslee’s company rather than yours but if you behave, I’ll make sure one of our dancers comes over to join you in a bit,” Kit-Kat says waving her hand in dismissal.
“Fuck, you’re on, baby, it’s hot finding a woman who has no problem speaking their mind about what they want.” Angel states before he and the rest of the men move to a table close by.
“Do you mind?” Hunter mutters to Kit-Kat.
“Yep, considering this is one of my girls, and since she’s working, I’m keeping an eye on the situation.” God, kill me now. This is so messed up.
Chapter Eight
Hunter
This woman, sitting across from Annslee, is pissing me the fuck off, not because of what she said but the way she said it with her hand still touching what’s mine.
Mine?
Fuckin’ hell.
Yeah, I might as well admit the truth in what I really feel for Annslee.
She’s mine. In every way. I remember the night I spent with her in my bed. I know she was a virgin. Figured that out the morning after when I woke up. I’m also betting I’m the only one Annslee has ever been with. And that’s the way it’s going to stay if I have my way about it.
“Kit-Kat,” Annslee murmurs, her eyes moving from the woman back to me.
“Don’t say my name like that, babe. I’m just telling your man here how it is,” Kit-Kat states, grinning like a fuckin’ cat.
“Ugh,” Annslee mutters, throwing her hands up, “I need to check on my customers.” With this announcement, she walks to the other end of the bar to do just as she said she needed to do.
“You know, you hurt her, I’ll make sure you suffer,” Kit-Kat declares drawing my attention from staring at Annslee moving around behind the bar.
“Not going to,” I tell her and turn back to watching Annslee work.
“Good, then you’ll want to know that woman is yours, all you have to do is reach out for her. I also suggest you protect that heart of hers. It’s been through enough as it is.” Kit-Kat, I’m realizing isn’t wanting Annslee for herself. She’s being protective over my woman because she cares for her.
Without taking my eyes off Annslee as she laughs with one of her customers, I answer the woman next to me. “I have no intention of hurting Annslee. Yeah, I’m fuckin’ pissed she kept my kid from me; however, after being able to think about the reasons why, I know it has to do with the fact I wasn’t there for her.”
“She thinks you hate her,” Kit-Kat nods in Annslee’s direction.
“Thought I did too,” I mutter truthfully.
“Emotions run close together, it’s up to you to figure out what you’re feeling. Love and hate are far too similar it can sometimes be hard to decipher unless you know what you’re looking for.”
Nodding I allow her words to sink into my head at the same time making a game plan of getting Annslee to understand where I’m coming from.
“FYI, Dean’s already informed me to make this Annslee’s last night. He knows Annslee well since his cousin is one of her best friends. When he hired her here, Jordan made sure to inform him Annslee wasn’t to be on the pole. He already knew this. She doesn’t belong anywhere in here,
