"Thank you." She smiles at him, and enters the room. He nods, clasping his hands together but he doesn't leave.
"Are you waiting for a tip?" I ask incredibly.
He smirks.
"That would be great, I mean I did walk you all the way up here," he shrugs with a dopey grin.
I look down, rubbing my cheek. "Walked us all the way up here, huh?" I laugh.
Grabbing him by the shoulder I push him back a few steps to where Tate can't hear what I'm about to say. I'm trying my best to be a gentleman tonight, but this fucker is pushing my buttons.
"You want a tip? Don't eye another man's woman, especially in front of him." I squeeze his shoulder, and he shrinks in my hold, his knees buckling. "Especially a f*****g fighter's woman."
"Yes sir," he squeaks, his face pinched with pain.
I let him go, shovin
