“Tigg,” he calls out, gaining the attention of the ginger. “Keep an eye on her. Anything happens, it’s your ass.” “Gotcha.” After Colin leaves, Tigger leans over the bar. “Hey, Navy. You’re looking good tonight.” I blush at the compliment. “Thank you, Tigger.” The ginger prospect is one of my favorite security guards at the brothel. While most stay in their lane and do their job, Tigger interacts with us, makes us laugh. He’s lighthearted and fun.
