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Billy pauses, getting every ounce of her attention when she looks in his direction, before he orders. "Are you on the menu?"

His eyes do that fucking creepy thing where they dip slowly down her body, pausing on all the things that make her a woman before meeting her eyes again.

"Could be," she says, licking her lips in a flirtatious way.

It's like watching a fucking train wreck in slow motion.

"I get off at seven."

"Good to know," he says. "I'll have the hamburger steak, extra gravy, with mashed potatoes, green beans, and a beer."

"Perfect," she says, jotting down his order.

She grins over her shoulder at him when he smacks her on the ass as she begins to walk away.

"That one is going to be fun," he says with a wide grin, watching her until she disappears into the kitchen to drop off the order.

"Looks like an excellent addition to the party," Scott agrees.

"Thinking of taking her home with you?" I ask, toying with a napkin on the table.

I feel his eyes on me, an air of reservation swirling around me before he answers, but I don't look up at him. I need the conversation to feel nonchalant, like it's a question just for the sake of talking, and not because I'm trying to gather information.

"The new guys don't get first dibs," he snaps with a warning, taking the discussion in a completely different direction.

I look up at him now, shrugging. "Not trying to take her away from you, man. Just don't know exactly how all that works."

"We were vetted pretty fucking hard," Zeus adds. "Not knowing all the fucking rules really puts us at a disadvantage."

"Don't want to step on fucking toes," I say. "Don't want to piss the wrong people off."

Billy seems to settle a little, morphing into an annoyed man rather than a dog fighting over a fucking bone.

"Doesn't matter what the rules are when there are people who can break them any time they want," Billy snaps.

"Shit," I say. "Sorry. Didn't mean to strike a nerve."

Billy shakes his head as if trying to get shit out of his head, an attempt to self-regulate, but the guy is stoned and probably more than a little volatile right now.

I don't know if pressing him further will render the information I need or if it will only piss him off even more.

"Don't mind him," Scott says. "He's still pissed about the other night."

"What happened the other night?" I ask before thinking of a better way to word it.

Scott doesn't skip a beat. "That fucking bell."

"He runs the entire property with that bell. If I had only been five minutes quicker," Billy growls.

"So if you're entertaining already when the bell goes off, you don't have to stop?" I ask, leaning forward as if I have plans, and his answer determines my own actions.

"Right," Scott answers before looking at his friend. "If you were five minutes quicker, the bell just would've gone off five minutes earlier."

"So Bobby doesn't want us to get laid?" Zeus asks, joining the conversation for the first time since ordering his food.

There's just enough annoyance in his voice to make it believable that it isn't utter disdain in these men having sex with women who aren't as willing as they may seem to be.

"It's all a fucking mind game," Billy says. "I think the man gets a hard-on for controlling everyone else's cocks."