Cami entered the skybox with wariness pricking at her heart. Being summoned to see the bosses so unexpectedly was not a good thing in her book. Plus Cami had the sneaking suspicion that she’d been banned from the skybox since Tonja hadn’t asked for her help up here in weeks now.
Had that suddenly changed? If so, why wasn’t a drink order attached to this summons?
“Y’all asked to see me?” Cami said, addressing Mike-Mike and Millsap in turn as they sat at the round table in the middle of the room.
“Yes,” Mike-Mike replied, looking and sounding very serious. “Have a seat.”
“If it’s bad news, I’d rather stand,” Cami insisted, chancing a look at Millsap. He, too, looked very serious. He was also wearing another blue shirt, causing desire to join her anxiety.
“This news can be good or bad, depending on how you look at it,” Mike-Mike replied, continuing to be the more vocal one tonight.
“What is it? Did I do something wrong?” Cami asked, wondering if maybe she did need to sit down. She quickly found a seat at the round table and settled into it.
“Yes,” Millsap accused, finally speaking up. “You let a customer touch you.” His nostrils flared even as he said that.
Cami saw the jealousy upon him as if it had been painted on in neon green, despite his attempts to hide it. It was easy to recognize an emotion she felt every time he came to the club with a different woman.
Millsap’s jealousy pleased Cami immensely. She took it as a sign that he cared. About time! she mused, wishing she had thought to make him jealous before now.
Cami had been so busy with her own jealousies that she’d forgotten to return the favor. Was she losing her man-catching skills? Or had she simply retired them when she fell in love with Millsap? Most likely the latter.
“Well, aren’t you gonna say anything?” Millsap prompted when she remained silent for too long.
“An old flame?” Millsap asked. “How old?!” he demanded, not even trying to hide his jealousy now.
Mike-Mike remained silent. Watchful.
Cami briefly debated about whether she should lie or tell the truth.
“Are you gonna hook back up with him?” Millsap asked, clenching and unclenching his fists on the table.
“That all depends,” Cami replied, holding his gaze.
“On what?” Mike-Mike asked, speaking up after his long silence.
“On whether or not I have a better offer,” Cami replied, keeping her eyes on Millsap, who seemed to let out a breath of relief at her answer.
Mike-Mike smiled. “That’s all I need to hear.” He stood to his feet. “Cami, you’re fired.”
“Fired?!” Cami’s head snapped to her other boss. “You’re firing me because I’m thinking about hooking up with an old flame?”
“No, I’m firing you so you can hook up with a slightly newer flame,” Mike-Mike replied, letting Cami know that he was aware of her secret relationship with Millsap as he headed for the door.
Cami’s gaze snapped to Millsap this time. “You told him about us?”
“He guessed. I confirmed. Now do you want to be my main squeeze or what?” Millsap said, speaking blunter than usual as his need for her grew in leaps and bounds.
“No,” Cami countered.
“No?!” Millsap and Mike-Mike echoed simultaneously – one from the table, the other from near the door.
“Main squeeze is not enough for me anymore. I want to be your only squeeze, Millsap,” Cami negotiated, seizing yet another opportunity.
“Done,” Millsap replied, desperate enough to agree to even that now. Blame his eagerness on that sexy outfit she had on tonight. Or better yet, on the unexpected outpouring of love flooding his heart right now.
Cami smiled at his scrumptious response. At the passionately loving way he was staring at her right now. She could just eat him up.
Millsap moaned at her ravenous look. “Girl, come on over here and kiss your man before I have to spank that—”
“Done!” Cami interrupted, rushing over to him upon eager legs as the third party in the room opened the door and exited it. As their lips finally met for a volcanic kiss, the door to the skybox closed behind them.
I just hope Tonja won’t be too mad with me about losing one of her best waitresses, a grinning Mike-Mike thought as he walked down the hallway to the elevator. He wasn’t too worried. Why else would he be whistling as he walked?
© 2008 by Suprina Frazier