Broken Promise (The Denton Family Legacy #1)(29)
Glancing up at the stage, he saw it was Pam, one of the women he’d screwed a long time ago.
“That’s not going to do well for you, is it?” Ben asked.
“I’m not going to be keeping any secrets from her. I’m going to tell her the truth.”
Riley laughed. “I wonder if she’d still be friends with Pam afterward.”
“She doesn’t have to worry about anyone.” Jacob didn’t have eyes for any other woman.
“You got any problems with me taking Pam out for a test drive?” Riley asked.
“Go ahead. She’s not mine.”
“You’re not even jealous?”
“Nope.”
“You whipped, Jacob?” Ben asked.
He glared at the barman, and then at his woman’s brother, letting them both know not to mess with him. Jacob watched as Lou made her way toward the bar. She was staring at him, looking somewhat nervous. He’d not seen her since their night together where she’d shot one of the men in the red zone.
“Hey guys,” she said. She glanced over at Riley and winced. “Are you here to, you know?” She gave a little whistle, which only made all the men fall all over themselves laughing.
“It’s not funny.”
“It is, sis. You should see yourself. Yes, I’m here to fuck one of your many friends.” Riley got up from his seat. “How do you think I feel knowing you’re fucking my boss?”
“I’m not.” Lou’s cheeks heated, and Jacob chuckled. “Don’t even start, you!”
He grabbed her hand, tugging her close. “There’s something I want to ask you.” Getting to his feet, he nodded toward Ben and Frank as he came out of the back room. Jacob didn’t care what anyone thought as he walked into one of the private rooms. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what went on inside them as he’d taken a few women back here a time or two before he met Lou.
“Jacob, I’m not comfortable—”
He cut her off, pressing a finger against her lips. “I’m not expecting to fuck you, babe. I just want to talk, and I know this is private.”
Taking a seat, he pulled her so that she was straddling his waist.
“This is very presumptuous of you, Mr. Denton.”
Grabbing her ass, he squeezed the plump flesh. “I like you in my arms, babe.”
“You’re calling me babe a lot. What’s up?”
“Every Sunday my mom does an entire lavish dinner. I want to take you as my plus one.”
“You’re inviting me to dinner?” she asked.
“I am.” He squeezed her ass, and she moaned. Jacob moved his hand down, curving around to cup her pussy. She tensed up, and he simply kept his hand still. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You’re touching me.”
“You’re not fighting me.”
“This is not fair.”
Leaning close to her, he pressed a kiss to her lips. “I’m a Denton. I don’t play fair.”
“Dinner?”
“Yes. If it makes you feel any better, Riley will be there. It’s something my dad likes to do. Invite his new employees so he can get a feel for them.”
“Will he be getting a feel for me?”
“No. You’re there because I want you to be there.”
“This is a lot more than a night out working.”
“You didn’t work with me.”
She chuckled. “You’re not going to back down, are you?”
“Would you really want me to?” Jacob wasn’t going to stop. She belonged to him no matter what she said.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, when you do, let me know.” Moving his hands up her back, he sank his fingers into her hair, pulling her in for a kiss. “Let me taste those sweet lips.”
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“What are you doing?” Riley asked.
Lou wrapped up the plate of brownies that she had made. She’d made several plates of brownies as she didn’t want to go empty handed. “I’ve never been to dinner before. What does a person do?”
Her brother shrugged. “I don’t know. Eat, drink, compliment the cook.”
“Ugh, this is insane. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. I should have told him no.”
“You were in one of the private rooms for a long time. Do you have anything you want to tell me?”
“Stop it.”
“I think you’re being a bitch, making him work that hard for it.”
“You’re supposed to be my brother. You know, support me in the fact I don’t sleep with the first man who looks my way.”
Riley sighed, walking toward her and taking a brownie from the top of the pile of the third tray she’d baked. “Lou, I know what you did when we were younger. You don’t think I’ve been worried about you. Our parents, they’re awful people. Jacob—he’s not like our parents. He’s a good person, and I think you need to give him a chance.”