“Long story, boss lady. And by the way, don’t call me that.” There was a bite to my tone, yet no true anger behind it. At least, I wasn’t angry with her.
How the sound of her amusement calmed me, I had no clue, but it had. Freaky, and not at all something I was ready to deal with.
“Why not, Cheetos ?” Another giggle escaped, and she had to wipe the corner of her eye. A single tear had fallen. “I kind of like it. Has a certain ring to it.”
“Shut it.”
“Cheesy and fits your ego to a T.”
“Laugh it up, Slim.” She stopped mid laugh and glared.
“Who the hell you calling Slim?”
“Arianna, what’s going on here?” Gabriel hedged while looking between his boss and me. “You were about to deck an important client, niña?”
With an annoyed huff, she turned her attention toward her employee. “Bastard took my phone and gave me the whole ‘do you know who I am’ spiel.”
“I am famous. Not a lie, Arianna. ” Didn’t miss the way she shivered just a bit at the way her name rolled off my tongue. But again, avoidance was her defense. Cute.
“See…” Arianna threw her hands up in the air “…what I have to deal with. Fucking celebrity jerk.”
My feet carried me over to where she stood, and I tried my best to look contrite. “I’m sorry,” I started, much to the amusement of my band. “Please understand that after being accosted all night, I figured you were just another fan. For that, I apologize.”
“Thank—”
“Even if you do fit the bill of a groupie.”
Slim angrily jabbed her finger into my chest. “How dare you!”
“How long has the foreplay been going on?” I heard Tex ask.
“For about thirty minutes now. It’s a battle of wills, insults, and lust. To be honest, watching them go at it is turning me on,” Cris mumbled the latter under his breath.
Gabriel, who had been watching the two of us like one would a Spanish soap, spoke up then. “Arianna isn’t like this. He had to have done something to piss her off.”
Cris took a sip from the drink in his hand before turning to Gabriel with a smile. “He confiscated her phone.”
“Ahhh…makes sense. In Ari-land, that is a big no-no.”
“Will you stop talking about us as if we aren’t here?” Slim pulled away from me, just a tiny bit of space, yet her eyes stayed trained on mine. “Gabriel?”
“Yes, Arianna.” Subdued, his tone was now one of an employee.
“I know for a fact you’re supposed to be running inventory tonight.” Brow arched, she waited for the confirmation that never came. “I’ll take that as a yes, then. So tell me, why are you out on the floor tonight? Tamara is supposed to be down here filling in.”
“Ms. Garcia, I had a meeting with the band and—”
“You finished. No?”
“Yes, but you—”
“Can handle myself,” she finished for him, hand on hip. Her posture was one of power. The boss. And it was motherfucking sexy. “Get back to what’s needed and leave the gossip on the floor. Don’t make me regret giving you the position you hold.”
He nodded, his face looking down toward the floor. “Yes, Ms. Garcia.”
“Good.” The hint of smile in her tone had him look up, his stance seeming more relaxed. “Go on, and please, leave the signed contract for use of venue on my desk tonight. Along with all special requests. Understood?”
“Already on your desk, Mistress.” He chuckled and from the look on her face, I was guessing this was an inside joke.
“Smart-ass.” Arianna rolled her eyes and waved him on. “Good job, and get back to work.”
“That was hot.” Tex was unabashed with the groan he released, and I’d never wanted to knock him out as much as I did then. The other two followed, and I had to take a deep breath in.
I had to remember how this was not their fault. A woman in charge was a beautiful thing to witness.
Gabriel left, and it was just the five of us. My band and us. Funny how I made her a part of me.
Her eyes surveyed each