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The guy smirks as he rubs his shoulder. "He's your boyfriend?"
"Don't talk to her," I grit out, glaring at the prick with my fists clenched as I contemplate punching the smug smile off his face.
Naomi's hand slides over mine as she steps between us. "Mr. Thornton, the restroom is right through there. Then you can follow this hallway back to the client space."
Naomi doesn't take her eyes off me as she speaks to him. She shoves me toward the entryway as the guy chuckles softly and disappears through the door.
"Jameson!" Naomi hisses, pulling me into one of the side rooms we haven't cleaned yet. "He's a client!"
"He's a dick. That's sexual harassment and assault. He's lucky I didn't break his hands," I growl, struggling to keep my voice down. I want to kill that asshole.
Naomi nods, her hands on my chest the only thing keeping me grounded right now as she shushes me. "He's an entitled prick, yes, but we do not hit clients."
I stare into her eyes, wanting to listen to her with all my heart, but also needing to teach that guy a lesson.
"You don't need to take that. Why are you always willing to settle for less than you deserve, Naomi? You’re incredible, and that disgusting waste of humanity doesn't deserve to lick your boots." I want to calm down. For her. But right now, nothing is more important than kicking that guy's ass.
Naomi stares at me for a long moment. Then she fists her hand in the front of my shirt, rises on her toes… and kisses me.
As her warm, sweet mouth touches mine, all thoughts of kicking that guy's ass evaporate. I've found one thing more important.
Chapter six
Naomi
"You’re incredible, and that disgusting waste of humanity doesn't deserve to lick your boots."
I'm shocked speechless by Jameson's words. His jaw is clenched hard, his eyes furious as he actively stops himself from going after Dave, the creepy groom.
My desperation to distract him from this moment mixes with my intense attraction to this growly teddy bear, and I tug him to me, capturing his lips with an intensity I've only ever read about.
Jameson freezes for a second. I'm worried he's going to shove me away, but then he wraps his arms around my back, and the entire world falls away. His tongue slides against mine, teasing me as he sucks on my bottom lip. I don't know how long we kiss,but I am aware this is rather inappropriate since we're both on the clock.
I pull away, staring at him as my chest heaves. I need to get back to my clients.
"Wait for me in the suite," I finally manage to whisper. "I'll be there in three minutes."
Jameson narrows his eyes, his jaw clenched.
I know he's debating.
"Check on Fred. He might need to go out," I lie, giving him a little push toward the annex. Fred could go twelve hours without a break, but it seems to do the trick because after a long moment, Jameson shakes his head and walks down the hallway in the direction of the suite.
I take a deep breath and readjust my clothes, smoothing down my hair. Then I head back out to my clients.
Marie and her mother stand at the doorway, their eyes glued to the tablet screen as they swipe through the images in the brochure and chatter excitedly. Dave leans against the wall behind them, scrolling through his phone with unveiled boredom. When I join the group again, his eyes lock with mine, and he raises his lip in a smug little smile that I'd like to smack off his face.
I focus on Marie and her mother, trying to ignore Dave's existence entirely. "All right, I think I have all the details. I'll send you a proposal with a few different options, and you can get back to me with your preferences. We'll go from there."
Marie hands me the tablet and grins at Dave. "Fantastic. The girls are going to be so jelly."
Dave flashes her a megawatt smile, and I realize he's not going to make a scene in front of the ladies.
"I'll pay extra to buy something that isn't on the menu and keep it exclusive to my daughter's event for one year," Mrs.Smith says. She leans forward as if she’s imparting a secret. "Marie's father is sparing no expense."
I nod as the women gather their things. Irritation flashes across Dave's face when Marie wraps her arms around his waist with giddy excitement, but it’s quickly replaced with a look of practiced devotion. He offers his mother-in-law his arm as he walks them both out. What a gentleman.
I watch them walk away, a smile plastered on my face that doesn't reach my eyes, trying not to throw up in my mouth. As soon as they're gone, I turn and race toward the studio.
