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Trey smirked, shaking his head. “I’d love to see you control your woman.”
“Any woman of mine would fall in line.”
We shall see, Rogue.
Trey continued watching Dahlia even after Rogue left. Her break was in a few minutes, and she’d be spending it in his office, as usual. She tossed the rag on the counter just as Keely walked behind the bar to cover her. He watched as Lewis, Darren, and Noelle fell in line behind her. They weren’t close enough for anyone to notice, but not so far away that they couldn’t protect her. She walked through the floor, completely clueless of all the male attention she was receiving. Trey could understand any man wanting to enjoy her beauty. But I don’t fucking like it.
When she started up the stairs, he saw a man angle his neck to watch her. Trey fisted his hands and slowly angled his head, glaring at the man. The man’s gaze followed Dahlia until she sidled up next to Trey. His gaze shifted, and Trey sent him a scathing glare meant as a warning. He immediately looked away and turned around, slipping into the crowd on the dance floor.
Dahlia chuckled and squeezed Trey’s hand, gaining his attention. She moved closer to his chest and smiled.
“Can you teach me how to give that look? You’ve mastered the art of fuck off with just your eyes and face.”
His face softened, he released her hand, and he slid it over her back. “I’m not showing you.”
“Why not?”
The corner of his mouth curled as he wrapped his hand over her hip. “Because you’ll use it on me.”
Dahlia laughed, hugging him closer. “I was actually thinking I’d use it on Rogue.”
Then Trey would definitely reconsider.
“So.” Dahlia arched her brow. “These changes?”
Fuck! He’d have to sell it to her.
“A promotion.”
She widened her eyes and smiled. “For me? You’re making me a bartender?”
Not exactly.
“Aaron is moving up to full-time in security. That leaves a position open for an assistant manager. You’d work with Sloane.”
“In the office?” Dahlia knitted her brows. “I’ve never been a manager.”
“Sloane will show you.”
Dahlia bit her lip. “You don’t want me on the floor.”
Trey nodded. “Assistant manager pays more. Better hours.”
“And keeps me safe.”
There was no reason to lie.
“Yes.”
Dahlia smiled and leaned closer. “Okay.
Trey felt a rush of ease wash over him. She got it. Dahlia understood.
Trey wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest. This was a bold move in such a public forum, but they were beyond holding anything back or hiding. This was them.
Trey pressed his lips to the crown of her head and whispered, “I love you.”
She tightened her hold, melting into his chest. “I love you more.”
