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Oh yeah,he definitely knows!
Dahlia rushed to the liquor wall, grabbing a few bottles.
She made a quick getaway, bypassing the balcony bar and heading down the long corridor. She peeked her head inside his office and found it empty. It would only take a few minutes to set it all up, and she would be out of there before Rogue showed up. Hopefully.
Dahlia quickly set everything up. Unfortunately, not quick enough.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?”
Dahlia spun around, facing the door. Oh God, not you! She hadn’t had any run-ins with Rod since that disastrous night in the balcony. She’d almost forgotten his existence. Until now! Fucking douche canoe.
“Misti told me to set up the bar.”
“I told her to do it. Not you!” He stalked forward. “Being the boss’s fuck toy doesn’t get you privileges.”
She gasped. What the fuck did he just call me? She’d had enough of his bullshit. He may have been her superior, but as Trey pointed out, Rod wasn’t her boss. And unbeknownst to Rod, she had information on him. And I’m gonna use it.
“Let’s call this what it is.”
Clearly, Rod wasn’t expecting any pushback from her.
“I remember you. From East? I didn’t initially, but now I do. So let’s put it all out there because we both know why you’re butt hurt and taking it out on me.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!”
“But I do.” Dahlia smiled, pausing. “You’re mad and bitter that I wouldn’t fuck you.”
His gaze hardened, but she refused to back down.
“I’ll give you props for laying it on thick. As I remember, you were a lot nicer that night. But something was off with you, and I didn’t have the least interest in hooking up with you. I see now that I made the right choice.”
He scoffed. “You’re giving yourself too much fucking credit. Not sweating over a club whore.”
Dahlia snickered. “Yeah, you are.”
This was divine glory. It would have gone down as one of her most triumphant victories if not for the disruption.
“Am I fucking interrupting?”
Dahlia spun around and sucked in a deep breath. Rogue was standing inside the door with another man she recognized. Three guards were standing just outside the door in the hallway. But they weren’t Rogue’s usual security.
“I was just setting up.” Dahlia walked to the door.
“You expect me to make my own drink. Isn’t that why I fucking pay you?”
“I can get Misti to take care of you.”
“No! You’ll do it.”
Rogue took a seat behind his desk, clasped his hands, and shifted in his seat. “So, what did we miss?”
Dahlia peeked over at Rod, who was not nearly as confident as he’d been a few minutes ago. Dahlia clamped her lips, remaining silent, watching Rogue’s gaze sharpen on Rod.
“I was just checking to make sure it was ready when you got here.”
There was a long stretch of silence as the room grew increasingly tense. The other man who’d walked in with Rogue took a seat across from the desk. She hadn’t formally met him, but he’d been present when the whole debacle about her attack had happened. Nash. Unlike her and Rod, he was the epitome of calm.
“Fuck toy,” Rogue said and slowly nodded, his gaze darkening. “Fuck. Toy.”
