Page 35 of Sentinel's Kiss

“Why are you drinking that shit?” Sentinel asked.

“Because you never put in the liquor order,” Naomi said, handing him a clipboard. “Here. I did inventory for you. Just sign off on this purchase order and I’ll call it in. Otherwise it’s going to be a dry fucking weekend.”

Sentinel barely glanced at it before he signed his name to it. “Dry, huh? Maybe I’ll send Warden over. He can keep it wet.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Naomi said primly.

“Keep wearing those tight shirts and you might—Oof.” Sentinel doubled over as Ryder elbowed him hard in the gut.

“That’s sexual harassment. Knock it off.”

“It’s okay,” Naomi said, waving her hand. “I don’t mind a little flirting. As long as he doesn’t want me to blow him to keep my job, we’re cool.”

“All right.” Ryder nodded.

Sentinel struggled to get his breath back. If he’d had time to prepare for that, she wouldn’t have gotten him so good. He had to stop three times to get up the stairs to the VIP lounge.

“What took you so long?” Warden asked when he came into the boardroom.

“Ask her.” He pointed to Ryder while rubbing his gut. “Fucking cheap shot.”

“Stop manhandling your employees,” she said. “You’re both walking lawsuits waiting to happen. Stick to the bar patrons.”

“Who are you manhandling?” Sentinel asked.

Warden ignored the question.

Sentinel realized he never got to hear the end of Ryder’s story about the party she and Ashley had been at in college. They had been interrupted by Naomi and now Ryder was explaining the Munson clusterfuck to the rest of the SOBs and he didn’t want to interrupt.