Filthy Rich: The Billionaire's Baby (A Bad Boy Romance) Read Free

that it makes you wonder if he thinks his gains will fall out if he wore something looser.
    Denton looks up at Louis for a moment before turning his attention back towards me.
    “I don’t pay you to annoy the customers. And I certainly don’t pay you to chase people out of here.”
    His bulbous nose wags and his nostrils flare whenever he speaks as if he’s been caught downwind from a never-ending fart, and his large forehead plummets into a weak jaw and stops at a pointy chin.
    Old Allie, that sassy voice that I locked away in Cali, was telling me to cuss him out.
    First of all, you don’t pay me squat. And speaking of squats, how about you stop skipping leg day, take a break from the bench press,  and use the freaking squat rack.
    Ugh, but I need this job.
    “I’m sorry Denton, I’ll get straight back to work.”
    I was about to turn and walk away when I heard Louis’s voice.
    “She’s not disturbing me.” He said.
    His body was still facing me, but his head was turned towards Denton.
    “Well, I appreciate that, sir, but Ms. Quinn here is working right now, and she can’t spend all of her time on one customer.”
    “Why not?” Louis asked.
    His body moved towards Denton, and his shadow seemed to engulf the smaller man.
    “Time is money, and I’ve got a place to run,” Denton replied. His voice cracked on every second word and, even with the AC pumping through the bar, sweat pooled on his forehead.
    “How much is her time worth?” Louis asked matter-of-factly.
    I felt like interjecting, but it was too much fun to watch that douchebag sweat.
    Louis reached into his pocket and pulled out a black-leather wallet.
    “Denton, is it?” Louis asked.
    Denton nodded.
    “I’ve been coming here all week, and I’ve probably spent more money than everyone else here combined. So, as your best and most valuable customer, I would like to know what it would take for you to let Allie here finish up a little early.”
    “Five… Ten… Fifteen…” Denton stuttered, his face now a pool of sweat.
    Louis took out five crisp one-hundred-dollar bills and squeezed them into the pocket of Denton’s skin-tight denim jeans.
    “Denton, I’ve been coming here all week, and I’ve been watching you almost as much as I’ve been watching her. I’ve seen the looks you’ve given her, and I’ve heard some of the things you said—“
    Denton looks as if he’s just stepped out of the shower, and I’m feeling a little wet myself. I’ve never seen anyone speak to him like that before. I’ve never seen anyone speak to anyone like that before.
    “She’s finished work for the night, and she might be a little late tomorrow. Is that going to be a problem?”
    Denton shook his head like a dog that just hopped out of the pool. I had to step to avoid getting hit by stray droplets.
    “And I assume you’re going to be a little nicer to her from now on, right?”
    Denton nodded slowly.
    “Good. Because if I hear you speak to her like that—“
    “And Molly,” I interject. Molly’s hips are resting against the bar, and her childlike smile tells me that she’s enjoying the show. She gives a thumb of approval and a told-you-so wink .
    “If you ever speak to her or Molly like that ever again I’m going to come down here, and I’m going to buy this bar. And I’ll buy any fucking bar or restaurant café that you ever work in again. Shit, if you open a hotdog stand, I’ll buy the street corner you’re parked on and kick your ass to the fucking curb. Understand?”
    Denton nodded before turning towards me and forcing a smile.
    “Allie, you’ve been working so hard this week. Why don’t you take the weekend off?”
    I grab my jacket from behind the bar and lean against Molly for a no-hands hug.
    “Told you so,” She whispered.
    I’ve never been so happy to be wrong.
    The cold night air hits me like a splash of water on a late morning. Louis is right behind me, and I’m tempted to look over my shoulder to see if he’s