Chances really was an amazing bar; Ysabelle had done a great job with making her vision become a reality. It was located in Providenciales, which was the centralized area for nightlife. The bar was opened from 9am-10pm; Sunday through Wed and Thursday through Saturday 10am-4am. She had spent a small fortune having her place above sound proofed. It was beautiful; it overlooked the water with the sand below your feet. Clients loved to feel like they were at a beach party. The bar was the main attraction, positioned right in the middle with area-lighting set up all around and mirrors behind the liquor, to make it look as if it were reflecting the sun. All the high-top tables were scattered around the bar with tiki huts and flat screens placed everywhere to bring in the sports crowds. She’d spent a lot of money on this place and I couldn’t have been more proud of her. The staff absolutely adored her; she was a great boss.
“So I’ve been thinking,” I hesitated as I watched her ass sway in her tight bikini bottoms that showed more ass cheeks than it actually covered.
“That’s dangerous,” she replied, looking up through her eyelashes while she cleaned one of the tables at her bar. She smiled and cocked her head to the side, knowing exactly what I was thinking. “What?” she goaded.
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
She laughed. “Oh, come on…I know that look. You know…you never seemed to care before what kind of bikinis I wore. Just saying.”
“I don’t care now.”
“Right…”
“I just think that maybe you should put on a few more clothes. You are the owner; it might help if you looked more professional.”
Her eyes widened. Shit. Wrong thing to say.
“That’s not–”
She put her hand up in the air to stop me. “Nope, too late; you already said it. But let me remind you that I’ve run this bar for a year and a half and it was voted top three hot spots in all the Caribbean since it opened.” She balanced out her hands. “So…”
“Ysa, that’s not what I meant and you know it. I’m fully aware that you know what you’re doing. In almost everything.”
She smiled.
“I’m purely speaking from a possessive and–”
“Jealous?” she interrupted.
“I’d call it protective…standpoint.”
“I’d call it bullshit.” She shrugged her shoulders and purposely dropped the napkin on the floor in front of her. “Oh look,” she mocked. “I better get that.” She bent down on her hands and knees, leaving her ample cleavage to fall forward out of her top, and then sat up on her ankles. “It’s really hot in here. You know…I think maybe you’re right. This is a topless beach, I should probably dress more professional.” Her delicate fingers reached up to the strings tied together at the back of her neck.
“Do it and see what happens,” I threatened.
She raised an eyebrow and with one hand, started to pull at the tie. I jumped over the bar, catching her by surprise and propelling her backward onto the sand with me on top of her. My hand caught around her tiny fingers and she laughed. Her eyes were dilated, getting the exact response she wanted.
“You’re a bad girl,” I breathed out between kissing her. “I think you just wanted me on top of you.”
“I’ll never tell…” she sang out and tried to turn her face, so I laid more of my weight on her to keep her where I wanted her. She sucked in air when she felt my hand on her inner thigh. “You wouldn’t?” she warned, not turning to look at me.
“Bad girls deserve to be punished. Should I punish you?”
She finally turned her face and I looked into her big, beautiful green eyes that were now sedated. She stuck out her bottom lip and shook her head no, pouting and surrendering to me.
“What do I get if I let this go as a warning?” I cautioned.
“What do you want?” she teased.
“Oh, we’re playing some high stakes here, Ysa…it’s going to be a good one. How about you wear some shorts, or even that see through skirt thing that doesn’t really cover anything, but it’s more than what your bottoms do.”
She gasped, dropping her mouth open in shock.
“You give me that and I won’t unleash the fury.”
She laughed. “Oh my God, Sebastian, that’s fucking cheating.”
“Call it whatever you want, but I’m not the one in the position to have to compromise here. That’s what happens when you fuck with people that are bigger than you and can hold you down until they get what they want. You should have thought about that before you decided to tempt and provoke me. Actions have consequences, Ysa.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine! I’ll wear the sarong three times a week.”
“Friday, Saturday, Sunday,” I added.
“What the fuck? Those are the busiest days of the week, when the bar is packed all day.”
I grinned. “I know.”
She narrowed her eyes and I gripped her inner thigh firmer.
“I hate you!” she yelled, laughing.
“You what?” I taunted, squeezing harder and making her squirm. “I’m sorry, what was that?” I emphasized, squeezing over and over again. She started laughing uncontrollably and getting sand everywhere, kicking her legs to try to break free. I stopped and let her catch her breath, not moving my hand or my hold on her. “Let’s try that again.”
“Ugh! Fine. Friday through Sunday, I will wear a sarong,” she stated through gritted teeth.
“And…”
“What?”