“Fucking HOT,” Ryan finished for her.
Amy bounced over and wrapped her arms around me. "I think I went into sugar shock. Kill was super sweet onstage." Leave it to Amy to think a searing kiss in front of a bar full of drunks was sweet.
Jessie stomped over. Her face remained stoic as the other girls gave me a play by play of what they’d been thinking when Kill had stopped me.
As soon as their set was over, Kill jumped offstage making his way toward me, barely stopping to talk to his fans. His smoldering eyes never left mine until he finally reached me.
“Hey, Slick.”
“Hey, Killer. That was quite an announcement you made up there,” I said, kissing him on the cheek.
He laughed and pulled me tightly against him. “I can’t believe you didn’t say anything sooner. I figured you were going to beat the shit out of me for the way I've been acting in public,” he said, chuckling.
“Well, actually, I was planning on kicking your ass, and fitting you with some cement shoes soon,” Amy said, her face the epitome of seriousness.
Kill laughed, and I elbowed him in the side to get him to stop. “Sorry, I wanted to announce us at Ray’s. They deserve it. I wanted to tell you my plan, but you never brought it up. You had me scared, Slick. I was afraid you didn’t want everyone to know we were together.” He tried to joke, but his clenched jaw told me how much it had bothered him.
I reached out and stroked his cheek, smoothing the tension from it. “I was afraid you didn’t want to be seen with me. Bambi...” I snapped my mouth shut, not wanting to go on.
Ryan glared at me, and I could tell she wanted me to tell Kill what a bitch Bambi had been to me. I shook my head, willing her to keep her mouth shut.
Kill glanced between us, waiting for one of us to continue. Amy abandoned me to go sit with Jet at the table. Jessie walked off to get orders from the thirsty crowd, wanting to grab their last drinks.
“I need to get back to work,” I said, stalking off with my tray.
Kill shadowed me, not allowing me to escape. Everyone asked questions about us, making him impossible to ignore. He answered happily, kissing me and taking my tray, charming everyone.
He's mine, crossed my mind, making my heart swell with happiness. Together, we walked back to the bar to put the orders in. As soon as Ryan scampered off to fill my order, he cornered me against the bar.
“What did Bambi say to you?” he asked, demanding gently with his eyes.
“It was nothing, Killer.”
“Well, if it was nothing, then you can tell me,” he said, leaning in to kiss my nose and adding a, “Please.”
The look on his face was too hard to resist, but I decided to negotiate my own terms. “Fine, Killer, I'll tell you, but you can’t make a big deal out of it. Promise me.”
“I can’t promise that. If she said something to you, I need to know about it.”
I shook my head, not caring that we were in the middle of a crowded bar. There was something about Kill that made me forget about the outside world. I tilted forward until my breasts were pushed against his hard chest. The connection caused my imagination to spur into overdrive as I tried to get my way.
“Whatever you're thinking right now, I'm in. But not until you tell me what Bambi said.”
I blushed at how easily he could read my thoughts.
“Drinks are ready, lovebirds,” Ryan said, setting a full tray on the bar.
I hefted the tray before Kill could and went to deliver my orders. Kill kept stride next to me.
“Let me finish my shift, and I'll tell you on the way home, but I want a milkshake.”
“You drive a hard bargain, but you have a deal," he chuckled.
He sauntered off to his table, and I watched his perfect ass encased in his jeans walk away. I subtlety wiped my cheek on my sleeve to make sure I wasn’t drooling.
Kill ended up recruiting the boys to get the bar closed faster. I wasn't sure if he was anxious to find out what Bambi had said, or was a little restless to get me home and into bed. I was hoping for the latter.
Kill kept shooting Bambi curious looks. The girls and I watched as she misinterpreted his attention. She preened around, sticking her chest out and flipping her hair over her shoulder. Ryan and Denise collapsed against the table beside them in hysterics.