Princess Next Door

He wanted to be out there to ask her to dance rather than the stuck-up prick that actually approached her. Watching the scene, he wondered if that was Tammy’s idea all along. To get out there and dance until someone hit on Princess because her husband was there to take her in his arms the moment Princess smiled up at the other man.

“You okay, man?” Riot asked, stepping up to the bar.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re holding those scissors like your life depended on it.” Riot nodded at his grip. Zane hadn’t even realized he’d picked them up. Putting them down, he grabbed three beers and placed them in front of Riot.

“Make sure no one else dances with her,” he said.

Riot glanced behind him just as another man stepped up, and he had to watch as she laughed and began dancing with another guy. He didn’t like it. No one should be dancing with her.

Why not?

She’s young.

Free.

Single.

Ugh, he hated that word.

“Get up, rock your thing, and she won’t be looking at any other guy by the end of the night.”

He simply shook his head. “Do this favor for me. Please.”

“Holy shit, are you begging right now?”

“I asked nicely.”

“Yeah, and I’ve known you for years, and in all that time I can’t recall you ever, ever, saying please. Give me one good reason why.” Riot held the bottles in his hands while also having that no-nonsense look about him, which only served to piss Zane off more.

“I like her. I don’t want any other man to be with her. Is that enough?”

“It’ll do for now. I’ll let the guys know.”

He noticed her coming toward the bar, and he quickly urged Riot away. When the two passed she gave Riot a big smile.

“Three more beers please, Mr. Bartender.”

“You having fun?” he asked.

“Yeah, a whole lot of fun. I had no idea how amazing this would be. It’s not weird though, right? Me being here? We’re only like neighbors and stuff.”

He smiled. “It’s fine.”

“Totally awesome.”

She jumped up and down a little, the action making her tits bounce just a bit more, and his dick really liked seeing it.

Three beers, she handed him some cash, and before he could make her linger, she was already gone, heading back to the booth to sit with Tammy and Marshall.

So, once again, he watched the same routine. Tammy and Princess would head out onto the dance floor. Only this time when a guy meant to approach to dance, Riot slid in and asked to.

He saw Princess’s sparkle, and she danced first with Riot. Silas didn’t get there in time, so Zane waited as another guy took the lead and danced with her. Glaring at Silas, he watched his friend hold his hands up in surrender.

“Not good enough.” He mouthed the words, and unfortunately, he had to keep serving others.

This time, Tammy came up to the bar to order beer.

“Did she make you a pie?” Tammy asked.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.”

Confused by her question, he looked toward Marshall, who was dancing with his neighbor, only they were not close, just two people enjoying the same space.

Tammy glanced behind her. “You like her.”

“Why did you bring her here?” he asked. Friday nights always had the guys looking for a fuck, and Princess looked like the kind who was also looking for that, too. In the few days he’d known her, she’d not struck him as the kind of girl who liked to fuck and leave, so it stumped him seeing her dancing with a bunch of random men.

“This was her idea. You want my advice? If you like her, take your shot, because you may never get another chance.” She winked at him and left.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

By the end of his shift, he was really pissed off, and tired of seeing a bunch of horny men hitting on her. They didn’t have a right to be drooling over her, and he hated the jealousy that kept slipping through.

His friends intervened when they could, and instead of demanding they go straight up on stage, he hit the dance floor, taking a seat with his buddies.

“You’re totally whipped. You know that,” Silas said.

“Bite me.”

“You look like you want to bite a certain someone. I think you really need to talk to someone you feel that possessive over rather than just glaring at them. If she looks this way, and sees your face, you’re so not getting any,” Riot said.

He wanted to know why she was there at the bar. Why she was dancing with a bunch of random men, and also why it really fucking bothered him.