Princess Next Door(7)

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.





Chapter Three


On the way back to the dance floor from visiting the ladies room, Wynter hit a hard, muscular chest, and when she looked up, she saw that she’d bumped into her very hot, very delicious neighbor.

“You know, I really need to bake you a pie.”

“You’re not the first person to mention this to me.”

She smiled. “Did Tammy tell you I was going to bake you a pie? I’ve been thinking about it all week, you know, to say thank you, and now I don’t know if I should bake you a pie or not. What do you think?”

“How much have you had to drink?” he asked.

“Three beers, and Marshall seems to think they make me very, very talkative. I don’t know. Do you think I seem talkative to you?” She tilted her head to the side to watch him.

“Just a smidge.”

“Well, I guess in a way they’re working then.”

She went to brush past him, but Zane stopped her.

“Why is it working?”

She crooked her finger for him to move closer to her. He leaned in, and when she was near his ear she whispered. “I’m a virgin and I struggle to talk to guys, so I’m here to pick one up to show me a good time. You can’t say anything though because it’s all very quiet. Tammy and Marshall are here to point out the good guys, and the ones they don’t like. The preppy guy already got a thumbs-down.”

“You’re a virgin?” he asked, lifting his head up.

Covering his mouth with her hand, she told him to hush. “You can’t say that out loud.”

“Why not?”

“It’s like totally illegal, and besides, I don’t intend to stay a virgin all that much longer. I’ve got a cunning plan.”