“That’s it.” I grabbed her bag and tossed it to a grinning Tony before throwing her over my shoulder kicking and screaming.
We caused quite a stir when I walked through the doors, past diners who were waiting to be seated and workers who were milling about.
It was her language more so than the spectacle of the big man carrying around a female like a sack of potatoes that had caused them to stop and stare I bet.
I didn’t stop until I reached my office and slammed the door shut behind us. “This is unlawful detainment asshole…”
I grabbed her cheeks and the move shocked her enough to shut her up. “Watch your mouth.” I kicked the chair in front of my desk and dropped her in it.
She jumped right back up again. “Sit!”
“Am I your fucking dog? Why have you brought me here?”
“Who the hell are you talking to? I’m not going to tell you again about that mouth. Now sit down before I make you.”
Her chest heaved with anger but she had the good sense to sit. Not many people can withstand my glare, least of all a half pint little thing like her.
Tony opened the door just then and passed her the bag that I’d forgotten. She gave him a grudging thanks but never took her eyes off of me.
I held my fingers above my lips as I studied her while she stared back at me. No scratch that, that wasn’t a stare, but a glower.
Now that I had her here I didn’t know what the hell to do next. I’d acted without thinking which wasn’t something I was known for. But the thought of her dancing in that place made my skin crawl.
We might be on the same street, but we’re miles apart in everything else. That still didn’t explain why I didn’t want her dancing in my place, or why I’d ran out the door after her.
“Why do you want to dance?”
“Why is that any of your business?”
“Do you know who I am?”
“Does it look like I care?” Does she really not give a shit? Or is that just false bravado?
“I’ll repeat the question. Think long and hard before you answer this time or you may not like my response.” If looks could kill I’d be six feet deep.
I realized that she was the first female to give me shit ever in my life. Even as a young man in high school and beyond, girls used to take my shit no matter what kind of mood I was in.
Only my mother would put me in my place if I got out of hand. Come to think of it, I don’t recall ever treating a female in such a shabby fashion before. I was usually much smoother when dealing with the opposite sex.
I didn’t stop to think why this one in particular had brought out this side of me. I just knew that I didn’t want her shaking her ass on a stage for leering men to paw at and make lewd comments about to their friends.