I cock a brow. “I’m not for sale.”
He blows out a breath and rubs his forehead, a sign that he’s agitated. “Look, I know I’m an asshole for doing this. The club has suffered since you left. None of your staff is still there; they quit when they learned you weren’t coming back. I’ve gone through two managers.”
“This isn’t my problem.” And I don’t feel even a little sorry for him.
“No, but I’m asking for your help.”
“And you think that if I came back to get the club up to par, I’d fall back into bed with you too?”
“We always were good in bed, baby.”
“Don’t call me that,” I snap. “I’m not a whore. You can’t buy me.”
“I didn’t call you one,” he replies, his voice calm, but his eyes… his eyes are turning dark with both frustration and lust. We always had the best sex when we were pissed at each other.
“Don’t.”
He tilts his head, glances at my desk. “Wouldn’t be the first time I fucked you blind on a desk.”
“I’m not interested in you touching me, or in helping you with your club, Keith.”
And that’s when he changes. His stance, the fire in his eyes, even his hands come out of his pockets. He’s no longer hunting me, he’s just examining me.
“You’ve changed.”
“Really?”
“You’re stronger.” He frowns, thinking. “And damn if it doesn’t look good on you.”
“I’ve always been strong, Keith. You just didn’t give me the chance to show you. You were too busy micromanaging me in the club, and making sure that I knew that you’d never fall in love with me and that sex was all you wanted to see past the heels and blonde hair.”
“Maybe,” he replies, nodding. “And that’s my fault.”
“One hundred percent,” I agree. “And as pissed as I was to see you tonight, maybe it’s good that you came to see it, and remind me of it at the same time.”
“I’m proud of you.”
My jaw drops at this declaration, and then he continues. “This bar is amazing. I was in earlier, looking for you, and took a look around. You’ve done a stellar job.”
“Thank you.”
“And you may have been strong in Denver, Cal, but it’s been doing this, living here, that’s brought out the best in you. Asking you to leave is wrong. You’re better here.”
Being with Declan has made me better.
I bite my tongue and soak in his words, not even realizing that I needed them. But I did. I do.
“You look good,” I say, calming down and seeing that he is making an effort.
“You’re beautiful, but you always were,” he says with the smile that got him in my pants in the first place.
“You’re not charming me,” I say with a chuckle. “I’m sorry that the club is struggling. Can I give you some advice?”
“I can’t guarantee that I’ll take it, but go ahead.”
“Stop being an asshole, and stop sleeping with your staff.” He shuffles his feet and frowns. “Yes, you do both of those things.”
“I don’t sexually harass anyone.”
“No, but you have to stop hiring women who will fall into your bed easily. In fact, maybe you should stop hiring women altogether.”
“Let’s not go crazy,” he says with a smirk.
“If you fuck them, they start expecting special treatment. And when that doesn’t happen, they quit.” I know I’ve hit my mark when he glances down and frowns.
“I didn’t have that issue before because you and I were exclusive,” he says.
“I know. But now you’re messing around, and enjoying it. But stop pulling from your staff, Keith. Because they won’t respect you, or be loyal to you, after you’ve gotten them naked.”
“Point taken.”
“You’ll be fine. You’re a smart man; you’ll turn it around.”
“I’m obviously an idiot for letting you get away so easily.”