Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
I felt my heart jump into my throat. And then Bishop was striding toward me, gesturing toward the hallway, and I followed instantly. I had no control over my body right now, as if my brain and every part of me knew that following this man to wherever he deemed was exactly what I had to do right now.
I could feel people watching us, but the volume in the room started to increase once more as the customers went back to what they were doing.
We stopped by his office door, and he turned to face me, breathing out roughly and lifting his hand to rub it over his jaw. For long seconds he didn’t speak, but I could see on his face, by his expression that he was thinking about what exactly to say, or maybe how to say whatever was on his mind.
“Are you okay?” he finally asked, his voice seeming deeper, most likely from his anger.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” I looked up at him, trying to read him, gauge what exactly he was feeling. He seemed really on edge. “Are you all right?”
He exhaled once more, and I saw the tension leave him before he gave me a small smile. “I am now.”
We held each other’s stares a little longer than was necessary, but everything else faded away except me standing in front of this man.
“I… I should probably get back to my tables.”
He gave a small nod, but his focus on me was so heated, so hard, as if he wanted to say something else but was holding himself back.
“Thank you for handling all that drama though. I swear I’m not a magnet for it.” I chuckled nervously. “It was starting to escalate, and I worried how far he’d push if you hadn’t stepped in.” I could see a muscle under his jaw ticking as if the very thought of All-American just pissed him off all over again.
“I wouldn’t have let it escalate.” He said it so matter-of-factly there was no doubt in my mind that he would have kept true to his word. “But I’m sorry you had to deal with that shit on your first night. That’s not typical patron behavior at Lyrics, not if I can help it.”
I swallowed and nodded. I truly believed that. Bishop had shown me how much he didn’t take shit from stupid assholes.
“Comes with the territory, I guess.”
His scowl reappeared, and he shook his head. “Not here, Korrie. Not with you.”
I inhaled sharply at his words, knowing I shouldn’t read too much into them, but how could I not when he looked at me that way and said the words in that tone?
We stood there just a moment longer before I gave him a weak smile, one that was like that because I was so nervous, the kind of way that was good and exciting because of Bishop.
I forced myself to turn and head back to my tables, and the entire time, I felt Bishop’s eyes trained right on me.
CHAPTER 4
Bishop
It was late as hell, well after three in the morning, but I was still so keyed up, this wild energy running through my veins.
And it was all because of Korrie.
God, she makes me feel… alive.
I wiped off the counter for the fifth time, dragging my feet on fully closing, because the only other person left at the bar was Korrie. Pyper and Regan had left, and we’d closed over an hour ago, but Korrie stayed back to go over some procedures, saying that while she was here, she wanted to get it done.
I admired the hell out of her commitment and work ethic, that was for sure.
I loved it even more that I was able to be here with her, while things were calm, the lights low, and I’d put on some music as background noise.
She hummed softly, and her voice eased me even more, more than anything I’d ever heard in my life. For the hundredth time tonight alone, I glanced at her. She had a stack of work procedure papers in front of her, the fingers of one hand lightly tapping on the bar in time with the song playing overhead. Her other hand gently toyed with the end of a thick curl, and I was mesmerized by the sight.
She calmed me, everything about her so pleasing to me that it was almost this drugging feeling.
Korrie exhaled, and I snapped back to the present, looking away quickly and clearing my throat. I was hard, but was I such an asshole that I wasn’t even ashamed over that? I tried to discreetly adjust my shaft.
“I think I’m going to head out. My brain is pretty much toast.”
I looked at her, trying to act like I hadn’t been watching her this whole time like a damn creep. She closed her eyes and brought her fingers to her temples, rubbing the digits in slow circles as she closed her eyes. The soft sound she made wasn’t sexual in the least, but damn, that’s where my mind went.