“You want company, sugar?”Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she could only nod.“Good answer. You saved yourself a fight.”

“Look at me, sugar.” She lifted her eyes, and he wiped away the tear that spilled over. “I could tell you what I do and don't do, but you wouldn't believe a word I said. So let's get this over with.”

“What are you doing?” Her voice shook.“Whatever I want, sweetheart.”

“She was so light; he could hold her all night without a problem.”

“You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!”

“Sex is a team sport, sugar.”

“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”