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“Please. Let me make this right. You don’t have to cut your or your friend’s evening short because of this accident.”
I feel her stiffen and realize I still have her captive in my vice-like grip. “Sorry.” I let her go, hoping she doesn’t bolt. “I have a spare shirt in my office that won’t look as good as yours, but at least it won’t show off your wares.” I can’t help but notice the slight curve that lifts the corners of my mouth. To hide it, I glance around the room. “Besides, I can’t have you make me look bad in front of my patrons by ruthlessly letting you freeze to death.”
“Oh?” Her eyes widen curiously. “Your patrons?” Her brows crease. “Do you manage the club?”
“I do,” I tell her. It’s not a lie. It’s simply not the whole truth. “You can verify it with any of the staff in the bar.”
I see something flash in her eyes, a mix of uncertainty and intrigue. “Even those two large bouncers that, for some reason, remind me of the moai. You know, the stone statues on Easter Island.”
“I know what the moai are.” I have no idea why I find myself defending my knowledge of Easter Island. “And yes, even those guys.”
I glance at the door, and when I see what she means, I can’t unsee it. My Dark Velvet Lounge bouncers will, from this moment forward, forever become known as the heads of Easter Islands.
“Please let me get this mess cleaned up.” I don’t know how to do puppy dog eyes or come across as a nice guy. It’s just not who I am. It’s not really a look I need in my line of work, but I give it a try.
Although, as soon as I see her brows shoot up, the look of indignation on her face, I realize puppy dog eyes don’t mean shit if you don’t back them up with the correct words.
“So I’m a mess now?” A spark of anger flashes in her eyes that bore into mine.
“Well…” I reach out toward her hair, and she flinches backward. “Relax. You have a cherry in your hair.” I pull a maraschino cherry from her hair and place it on the tray of a passing waiter. “And to be honest, before you put that jacket on, you kinda looked like you walked through a newly painted rainbow.”
My breath catches as her mouth lifts into a smile, and I see the anger turn to humor in her eyes, making me realize she was toying with me. The little spitfire just gets more and more intriguing, and once again, my pants start to feel too tight in the crotch area as pictures of her lithe body and firm tits rush into my mind.
Shake it off, or I’ll definitely scare her away if she glimpses my little boy scout getting ready to pitch another tent in my pants. He seems to be super busy tonight and getting really frustrated that his attempts at impressing a female with his incredible pitching skills are going to waste.
She gives a soft laugh, which only encourages Boy Scout to try to get his tent higher. Think of something else. But I really can’t. Not when she starts to turn on that bedazzling smile once more, which really should come with a warning or get banned.
Fuck! If she were mine, I’d put a goddam muzzle on her as her smile once again lights up the bar, and all eyes turn to her. Her cheeks start to go red when she realizes that she’s still the number one attraction in the bar, and for the first time, I see a hint of innocence in her eyes.
“Thank you,” she says, glancing around at the leering looks she’s getting. “I think I’ll take you up on the offer of a clean shirt.”
I force myself to keep a stoic expression on my face. I can’t let her see just how the little minx is really getting beneath my skin and how much I want to drag her into my office away from leering, drooling men and then have my wicked way with her.
“Wise choice.” I give her a slight bow and point in the direction of my office. “Shall we?”
As I lead her to my office for a change of clothes, I catch Helen’s attention and ask her to send the champagne to my office. As we climb the stairs to my office that looks out over the club, I can’t help but notice how good her ass looks in her tight black jeans.
My hand itches to slide over those mounds and cup them as I drive myself into her.
Mental shake. Stoic expression. Deep breath. Why the hell is this woman having such an effect on me? This is what I get for going so long without sex. As I get into the office, the phone rings.
“I’m Andrey,” I introduce myself, holding out my hand. The phone stops ringing.
“Bella,” she replies with a shy smile.
She places her small hand in mine. The instant spark that zaps through me hits every nerve ending in my body, and now my boy scout has pushed the tent as high as he can and is trying to undo the zipper of my pants.
Thank God the phone rings again, and I have an excuse to turn away and hide my hard-on behind my desk.
“Excuse me, I have to take this,” I say, surprised at how smooth my voice is as I take a seat behind the desk. I pick the phone up and point toward the bathroom. “You’re welcome to use the bathroom. There’s a shower in there if you need it.”
Fuck why did I have to mention the shower? Images of hot, watery sex flash through my mind, and now I’m in pain. I’m so rock-hard.
My tone is abrupt as I answer the phone, not really hearing who is on the other end as I watch her glance around the office before walking toward the bathroom.
Chapter 5
ISABELLA
