“Man, now I gotta read it,” Lasso said, stalking over to me trying to snatch it out of my hand.
But I sidestepped in time. “Back up asshole. Eat the food but leave the note alone.”
He shrugged and opened up one of the bags with a wide grin. “Fuck yeah, tacos!” He finished one taco in two bites, moaning like a fool and all I could think of was how fucking sexy Teddy sounded when she rode my face. “I don’t know who sent them or why, but I fucking approve, boss.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well guys, if Lasso approves, that’s what matters.”
“Damn right,” he said with his big boyish grin. “Shit, there’s guacamole too. Whatever you did, keep it up, bro!”
Jag strolled over looking like he’d just got done fucking. His deceptively lazy gait hid one of the sharpest minds I’d ever come across. “And they are fish tacos,” he said and grabbed three. “What do you want, boss?”
I glared at him. “Just make sure you fuckers leave me something to eat. I got a few piercings coming in any minute.” I sounded like an asshole I knew, and I couldn’t help it. Hell, I didn’t even know why. The tacos were a nice gesture and the note was just so Teddy. The bell sounded over the door and I held back a groan when I got the two young girls I assumed were my next appointments. “Grace and Amanda?”
Two sets of cheeks turned hot pink as they both nodded. “Yep,” the brunette said, trying her best not to look intimidated.
“It’s okay sweetheart, we won’t hurt ya,” Lasso told her and the girl practically fainted under the power of his Texas charm. A pause and then he added with a wicked grin, “Well, I guess that depends on whatcha getting’ pierced.”
“M-M-My tongue and we’re both getting belly button rings.” The blonde flicked her hair over her shoulder expertly and pushed her chest out toward Lasso. “You work here?”
His grin widened but I could see the little shit starter’s eyes gleaming with funny business. “I do. How old are you?”
“I’m nineteen and Grace will be twenty tomorrow,” she said, pointing to the brunette whose green eyes were still bugged out. “Why?”
“Because I was trying to decide if you were worth pushing back my lunch,” he told her as his gaze swept over her tiny Daisy Duke shorts and a pink tank top that stopped at her ribcage. He glanced over at me. “You mind, boss?”
“Not at all,” I told him. Better Lasso find the kind of trouble teenage girls brought with them than me. “What about you, Grace. You want Dallas here to pierce you too?”
“Okay,” she squeaked out and took a step closer to her friend.
“Jag, take care of the paperwork and then have lunch. Lasso, be good.”
“I’m always good.” He patted his broad chest and drew both sets of female eyes toward his linebacker physique. “And I’m much better at soothing skittish girls than you.”
That much was true. I headed to the back to restock a few things we’d gone through over the past week. Luckily business was good so I didn’t spend all damn day and night doing shit like receipts and inventory. Right now, though, this was exactly what I needed to keep my mind off of Teddy and her hot little body, long legs and those sexy fucking noises she made in bed. It’d been a full week since we’d fucked, and still I couldn’t stop thinking about it— or her. She was bold and sexy, confident and all about pleasure.
That shit was fucking intoxicating.
“Boss you got a customer,” Jag called out, but there was something off about his tone. It was amused, but not, and that meant one thing.
“Sheena,” I barked when I saw her. “This area back here is for employees and you don’t work here. Go wait up front.”
She stomped her foot and pouted. “Reckless Bitches—”
“Don’t work for me.” I wouldn’t be nice about this shit anymore. “Are you here for a reason?”
Her whole body relaxed, softened as she stepped forward. I took a step back and held my hands out in front of me. “I was hoping we could both...come.”
“Jag, get her out of here please. And if you see her in here again, remove her again.”
“Sure thing, boss.” Jag wiped his hands on a napkin and stood. With dark brown skin and twenty-inch biceps, Jag cut an imposing figure to anyone with half a brain. The man was harmless, unless he was forced to be deadly.
“No need for that shit,” she snapped, glaring at Jag. “Touch me and I’ll call the cops,” she sneered.
“Excellent idea. Jag, can you report we have a trespasser on the property?”
“Golden Boy,” she whined and stomped her foot again. “We could be so good together. I’ll let you fuck me any way you want me.”
“Not. Interested. Are you here to get a tattoo or a piercing, Sheena?” I knew the answer was no but she knew it was the only way she could stay and I could see the minute she decided.