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"Yes."
Micah jerks his chin in a nod. "I'd like to speak to her privately. She'll be safe with me. I won't allow anything to happen to her."
Corey's gaze darts to me as if to ask if this is what I want, but I'm frozen like a deer in the headlights. The man of my dreams wants to speak to me privately. And I just found out that he's our new client.
"If that's what she wants…" Corey says, his voice full of uncertainty.
"I…"
"Please, baby girl," Micah whispers, his voice like the rumble of thunder in the distance. "I promise I'll take care of you."
Baby girl. He called me baby girl.
"Okay," I whisper, helpless to do anything but agree when those whiskey eyes are locked on mine, and that name still lingers in the air between us.
Lord help me. I think this man might be Kryptonite.
Chapter Three
Micah
My heart is a wild thing in my chest as I lead Davina out of the bar and down the hallway, looking for a bit of privacy. I have no intentions beyond spending ten minutes alone with her to learn everything there is to know about her, but I want her all to myself while I do it.
Fuck sharing. This sweet little thing is all mine.
Her sweet vanilla scent swirls around me, clouding my head. My cock is hard and heavy, pressing insistently against the fly of my pants.
Fuck. I can't think straight.
"This way," I growl, wrapping my hand around her elbow to guide her into the first empty room we come across. I'm breaking the rules by putting my hands on her, but I can't fucking resist.
She trembles against me, so delicate and sweet.
Would she be pissed if I pressed my nose against her hair to smell it? Or backed her up against the wall to taste her?
"Um…Micah?" She stops walking inches from crossing the threshold.
Am I allowed to pick her up and carry her inside? Fuck. Probably not. I don't even have permission to touch her yet.
"Yes, baby girl?"
"Where are we?" Her wide eyes bounce all around the room.
I glance up from her, taking in the blue walls and strategically positioned chaises. Fuck. We're in the goddamn orgy room.
"Orgy room," I mutter.
"O-orgy room?" she squeaks, her gaze flying to mine. "You mean—?"
"Yeah, baby girl. That's exactly what I mean."
She gulps audibly, her cheeks turning crimson.
Christ, she's adorable.
I fight a smile, watching as she tiptoes toward the threshold of the room. She peeks over her shoulder as if checking to ensure she isn't going to get caught doing something she shouldn't and then darts inside.
I can't contain my smile this time. I follow her inside, pushing the door closed behind us. Every cell in my body screams for me to claim her before some other motherfucker gets to her and tries to take her. She's mine. I need her like I need air.
