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“Are you going to tell me what you do for work or just repeat me like a parrot?” She huffed, leaning her shoulder against the wall, not breaking her eye contact with me. I couldn’t tell if she was genuinely curious or just trying to make small talk to avoid going back inside. I was hoping it was the latter of the two. She was fun to rile up with her attitude.
Grazing my thumb across my lower lip, I crossed my arms over my chest, turning my body to face her and resting my own shoulder against the wall.
“Odd jobs here and there.” I shrugged. It’s not the whole truth, but it’s not a complete lie either. I wasn’t sure what she would think of me if I told her outright that I worked for the CIA. I might tell her later, but I want to see where this went first.
“Interesting. Seeing as you just moved here, can I assume you are single? Or is the girlfriend at home?” She tilted her head inquisitively and bit her bottom lip, glancing down at my hands as if she were looking for a ring.
“I’m one hundred percent single.” I tilted my head and dragged my gaze down her wet chest, taking in the view of her perfect breasts. She had curves in all the right places and an athletic and toned figure. Her tiny black dress left little to the imagination.
I could feel my cock getting harder the longer my eyes lingered on her. It’s been a while since I had a good fuck, and she had me at full attention.
For a moment, we just stood there, studying each other, our gazes roving from head to toe. I had every intention of ruining her. She was mine.
I could smell her heady scent of warm vanilla and sandalwood as it caressed my senses. I wanted to bury my face in the crook of her neck, to inhale her deeper.
Our interaction was abruptly interrupted by a shrill voice from behind.
“Stella, where the fu—” A woman yelled as she opened the back door and stopped when she saw us. “Oh. Excuse me.” She cleared her throat. It was the other bartender, and she looked between the two of us in disgust. Stella looked over my shoulder at the woman and gave a smug smirk.
“Let’s continue this conversation—later.” There was a hint of amusement in her voice as she flicked the cigarette butt to the ground and extinguished it with her boot. She pushed off the wall and moved to the door, holding it open as the other women retreated back inside.
“Come to my section in about an hour.” With a wink, she stepped through the door and disappeared into the club. I stood outside a little longer, trying to collect myself. I can’t recall the last time a woman had me this wound up and craving them.
She smelled like the sweetest drug, and I was already addicted.
CHAPTER 5
Chyler
He was incredibly hot, and I knew I wanted a man like that between my legs by the end of the night. Atlas. I loved the taste of his name on my tongue. I was going to have some fun with him. When I served his group at the bar, I could feel his eyes roaming up and down my body. It was a strange feeling, almost electric. I had never really felt someone’s gaze on my skin before, but this was so different. It sent a chill down my spine, making me even more interested in him.
I was relieved that he just so happened to step out into that alley while I was out there because I sure as shit wasn’t going to hunt him down tonight. I mean, I could if I really wanted to, but not if he was going to be as much of an asshole as his friends. I didn’t feel like dealing with another Jake in the morning.
Returning behind the bar, my mood was already turning sour again. Diane, the bartender who came out back and ruined my moment with Atlas, was a bitch—to say the least; on top of that, she was the Lead for the night, so I had to do whatever she told me, even though I didn’t actually work for her.
I caught Madison waiting for me at the end of the bar. She dropped her tray down on the counter and blew out a breath, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. She looked every ounce of frustrated and annoyed, a deadly combination when it came to her.
“Are we ready to spike him yet?” I looked at her as I started mixing the drinks she had listed on her notepad: two Manhattans, a gin and tonic, and a cosmopolitan. I’m not sure which guy in the booth was drinking the Cosmo, but I wasn’t about to judge. I am more of a gin and tonic girl myself—but I’ll order the occasional lemon drop martini, too.
“Not just yet, but I am guessing we will with the next round. They look like they are getting bored and about to finish their deal.” She looked up to the balcony, and I followed her gaze to find Alexis resting her hip against the rail.
“Who is escorting him out of the club when this is all done?” With me being behind the bar, there would be no way that I could get up there and pull him out myself. I would be the one to drive the SUV and get us out of here before anyone noticed he was missing. As much as I loved a man wrapped around me, I didn’t like having to haul them out of anywhere when they were falling all over the place.
“Alexis will. She’s going to escort him out of the VIP Suite and bring him to the back alley, where we can load him up and get him to the warehouse.”
“And you are sure we have the right guy?” I raised a questioning brow and placed the drinks I had just made on her tray. I wasn’t completely doubting her, but I don’t recall even getting the name of the person we were supposed to question. How was she supposed to drug the right guy if we had no idea which one he was?
“How many men do you know to show up to a nightclub with a briefcase in hand?” She huffed and slammed her hands down on her hips. I could tell she was getting just as agitated as I was with the night, but she didn’t need to act like I had just accused her of robbing a bank.
“Fair point, no need to get huffy with me; I was just asking. Settle down, Mads.” I rolled my eyes at her, dropping cherries into the Manhattans and a curl of orange peel into the Cosmo.
“Whatever, I’ll see you shortly with the next round of drinks.” Carefully lifting her tray, she made her way back to the stairs leading up to the VIP Suites.
When I could no longer see Madison in the crowd, my eyes tracked a path over to the emergency exit door at the far end of the floor. Atlas had reentered the nightclub and couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at my lips.
Flirting with him felt like such a rush, one I hadn’t experienced before. Although I had flirted with plenty of men over the years, none had left me thinking about them beyond our initial interaction—he was different. I couldn’t get him out of my head.
When he took that cigarette from my hand, I knew I had to have him.
