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Ryan Dew was on edge as he walked into the crowded club.
Fresh bruises were his reward for today’s fight with his father, and he’d needed something to do with all the anger and pain still coursing through his veins. He had to get out. He had to get away from the house and take this out on someone else until he felt better.
He hated to leave his little sister behind to possibly get a taste of their father’s wrath, but if Ryan hadn’t gotten out of the house…
He knew he was going to hurt someone.
Ryan had put on a black underbust corset, a black skirt, leopard print gloves, and his tallest pair of black stiletto boots. Makeup hid the damage his father had left behind, and he hid his provocative outfit underneath a long coat. He put his favorite knife in his boot and then took a cab downtown. He was already buzzing with frantic energy, and he was ready to find his partner for the evening.
Ryan managed to find a seat at the busy bar and ordered a beer to sip on, watching the men buzzing about. It was a Friday night, and the place was totally packed. He had a specific type of man that he hunted for, and he wouldn’t make his move until he saw someone who fit.
Older, handsome, had money.
That was just his type.
In the meantime, Ryan disarmed any would-be admirers with sweet smiles and little white lies. He was used to the attention, but it was nothing but a distraction when he already had plans tonight. These men were only wasting his time and weren’t what he was looking for. He just had to wait for that special someone to walk in first.
An hour passed before a man with silver in his hair and an expensive watch on his wrist approached the bar. He exchanged words with the bartender, was handed a bottle of top shelf vodka and a short glass, and then headed over to a booth in the corner to drink alone.
Bingo.
Ryan waited until he’d finished his beer before he started over toward the man’s table. He walked a little slower and more unevenly than he truly was. He made sure his coat was open enough to show off his revealing outfit underneath. He stumbled, abruptly bumping into the man’s table.
“Hey!” The man had been in the middle of pouring a drink and spilled some.
“Oh! Shit! I’m so sorry!” Ryan gasped, making sure to slur his words. “Here.” He grabbed some napkins from the dispenser on the table and leaned in much closer than necessary to dab up the mess. “Lemme get that for you.”
The man’s eyes narrowed and he scowled at Ryan, drawling, “Are you lost, sweetheart? The local Chuck. E Cheese is just down the block.”
“Oh, you frequent those kinda places, huh?”
“I’m a big fan of the ball pits. Now why don’t you run along and play, hmm?”
“I would but…” Ryan shrugged. “They don’t serve the beer I like.”
The man snorted out a little laugh and smiled, his gaze passing over Ryan with more interest. “All those good looks and funny too.”
“I have my moments.” Ryan grinned, swaying and bumping into the table again.
“Why don’t you sit down before you fall down?” The man, who had finished pouring his drink, gestured to the seat across from him.
“Why thanks. Don’t mind if I do.” Ryan sat down, his legs stretching out until his feet could bump into the man’s underneath the table. He eyed the bottle of vodka. “You drinking that whole bottle yourself? Been a rough day, huh?”
“Oh, it’s just been pure hell.” The man laughed as if that was particularly funny. He was very handsome when he smiled. “What about you? Your juice boxes just not providing the right kind of kick after a bad day at Boy Scouts?”
“Ha, ha.” Ryan rolled his eyes. “Look, Boy Scouts may be your fantasy, but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Trust me. I could come up with some much better ones.”
The man chuckled low, a pleasant rumbling sound. He tipped his glass back and smacked his lips. He smirked as he poured himself another glass and one for Ryan, sliding it over as he teased, “If that’s your way of trying to find out what my fantasies are, you’ll have to wait until I’ve had a few more drinks.” He winked. “I’m a classy lady.”
Ryan smiled as he took the glass—wait.
Didn’t the man only come over here with one glass?
Maybe Ryan had missed it.
“All right, playing hard to get.” Ryan grinned. “I can appreciate that.” He raised the glass and took a small sip, certain he’d never tasted anything so expensive. “How about just a sneak peek of your fantasies maybe? Are you a leather and lace kind of guy? Maybe you want a nun to spank you with a riding crop?”
