Heat: Dark Love (Dark Saints MC)

4. Damon

DamonDamon heard this. They all did, of course. She was screaming right in their faces. How couldn’t they hear it? He took advantage of it, though. Throwing the glass had surprised him, sure, but there was nothing threatening about a squeaky little bartender who had a…nice rack, now that he thought about it.

His eyes went back to it. He’d barely noticed it earlier, when he’d just been hell bent on getting a beer in this bar (the local bar, so pretty much just his bar) and she’d brought it over. She wasn’t bad to look at, after all, but she was just the bartender. Usually there were more babes frequenting, well, everywhere. There just hadn’t been any tonight. Nor had there been some for the past few nights.

He ogled her, knowing exactly what he was going to say before he said it. “Babe,” he said, his glance flicking between her chest, her neck, and her eyes with every other word, “don’t you think you need to relax?”

He leaned back in his seat, even as his friends around him widened their eyes in shock and whispered about the “f*****g psycho bitch.” This only egged him on more, though. Taking on challenges that scared away other people was what made him who he was, was what made him exactly what he was today. This little girl clearly couldn’t know that, if she was talking to him like that. So he asked her just that. “Do you know who I am?”

“Damon Saylor.” She rolled her eyes. “Like I care. Did you hear what I said?”

He blinked then, too. That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting, so he decided to take a chance and make it about s*x. If he went this way, either she would be so disgusted that she’d back off or she might take the bait and he might get laid. He didn’t hit women. If she had been a man, it would have been a different story. He bit his teeth together to keep from continuing that train of thought. She wasn’t a man, so it didn’t matter.

“Yeah, you want us to leave. But have you thought about what other people might want?”

Valerie was wearing a button-up shirt. It was still low cut enough that her cleavage was visible when she leaned a certain way; however, there would be even more visible if she unbuttoned just a button or two. And this was what Damon suggested, even when she ignored him and didn’t respond to his obvious taunt.

“You have, what?” He knew how many buttons were on her shirt, but made a show of staring at them like he didn’t actually know. In truth, he was just staring at her t**s. She was actually pretty hot. “Four more buttons on that thing? Unbuttoning another two isn’t going to hurt you, baby, it might actually do you some favors.”

At his suggestion, she brought her hands up to her chest deliberately. Putting on her most flirtatious smile and staring right at Damon, she buttoned her shirt right back up to the neck. “Now are you going to take me more seriously?” She c****d her head at him.