Chapter Forty-eight

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Kane sighed, when Margo appeared in the bar. 

“What?” She asked, looking down at her clothes. 

“You’re not going out in that.” He huffed. 

“What’s wrong with what I am wearing?” She demanded. 

“Nothing! Except that every man out there is going to want what’s mine.” He growled as he took in the low cut backless shirt that showcased her cleavage and the tight leather pants that left very little to the imagination. 

“That’s the point. The more eyes on me the fewer eyes on you.” Margo huffed. 

“How did you even