“I'll work with her." For now. Then he gave Z a steady look and drew his line in the sand. "You are the owner, sir, but they're my trainees. I would be most grateful if you could remember that." Don't do it again.Gray eyes level, Z tilted his head in acknowledgement and slid the trainee's paperwork down the bar top.With a grin, the bartender set a drink on the bar. "You know, Marcus, you say fuck you almost as politely as the boss."-Master Z, Marcus and Cullen”

“I love you."Z squeezed his eyes shut. "Don't be a tragedy, Bella.”

“Marcus stepped behind the bar, saying, “Dan sent me over to assist you and learn how to tend the bar.” Doms could be pain-in-the-ass mother hens.”

“An older dom snorted. “Atherton uses the word escort loosely. The last time someone messed with a trainee, he threw the guy across the bar. Strolled over, waited for the idiot to stand up, punched his lights out, and dragged him by his jacket collar out of the place. Escorted him, my ass. Didn’t even wrinkle that fancy suit.” He took a sip of his beer and added, “Atherton is invariably polite, but nobody in their right mind fucks with his trainees.”

“Damn, Marcus, how much have you been working out? You have the ass of a god.He turned to face her, and naturally her gaze fell to his jewels. She shook her head and sighed. You warriors are so fucking hung and I really do need a man.”

“Big Z, little Z, what begins with Z? I do.I'm a zizzer zazzer zuzz, as you can plainly see.”