Snippet #2236819

He liked her look, of course she was sticking with it! She watched him quietly before he would let go of her hand and head off to work. As long as he was around, she was fairly certain the lounge would never be unmanageable. She had yet to see anything this man couldn't do, besides riding a horse, that she still held the upper hand in. She offered him a nod of approval before turning off and walking over to the bar. She had to ask to men to leave who listened to her for once, especially when she used Brandon as a threat if they refused to leave.

However, just because she was working didn't mean she wasn't keeping an eye on the ring. She would watch him move, amazed how he fought so perfectly. Safety would never be a concern in their relationship, she had a feeling she was very well protected. He won, as always, and when he came back he came to her and asked her for a burger.

"A burger, yeah s--- did you call me babe?" She asked, having started to the kitchen she quickly turned back around cheeks ablaze as she stared up to him. He called her Babe, right? Did that mean something or was it just casual? She would pause for only a moment longer before darting into the kitchen from his sight. She wasn't offended, it made her feel rather nice to be called such an affectionate nickname, but she wasn't sure he meant it that way.

"And you'll have?" One of the cooks asked, grinning from ear to ear at the blushing blonde before him. "Burger." She said quickly. "Make it perfect." She added, before taking a deep breath and slowly making her way back out to pour him a cold glass of water, holding it out to him. "Should be ready soon...you looked fantastic out there, by the way." She said, doing her absolute best to flirt...she thought she was doing a pretty good job. "In your fighting clothes...I mean while you were fighting and...you were perfect." She said, hopping onto the bar to sit and crossed her legs with a soft smile.