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Jekyll was stationed near the hallway, leaning against the wall and waiting on Imogene. She seemed to have relaxed a little in the last thirty minutes. Cue continued to hang out with them, making small talk. He’d been the perfect buffer. ’Cause I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.
When he glanced down the hall, he heard Cue chuckle.
“Jek, man, she’s been gone for five minutes. I think she’ll be fine.”
Imogene went to use the bathroom. He should’ve offered her the one in his room, but he hadn’t thought of it until she disappeared down the hall. This was all new for him. He’d never once hung out with a woman at the club without it ending in his bedroom. And that wasn’t going to happen tonight. Imogene was different.
“Hey Jekyll.”
He glanced over and immediately glared at the woman sidled up next to him.
“How’s it going?”
He hardened his stare and didn’t answer. He fucked her. Maybe twice. Still couldn’t remember her name. And he didn’t care.
“I was looking for you.”
“Jek.” Cue’s voice was low, but he lifted his chin behind him.
He glanced over his shoulder to find Imogene a few feet away with her eyes on the woman next to him. She smiled but shifted on her feet. The last thing he needed was for her to get the wrong idea.
The woman leaned past him, bumping his chest. “If you don’t mind, can you give us a minute?”
Imogene’s brows hiked, and her mouth fell open. “Um, sure…”
“I fucking mind,” Jekyll snapped at the woman.
The woman widened her eyes and stepped back. He kept his glare locked on her until she was halfway across the room, sending a direct message. His muscles tightened when he felt a soft hand graze his arm. Imogene was only a few inches away.
“I feel like I’m monopolizing you. If you want to go and hang out with the others, I can leave.”
What the hell was she talking about?
He hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her against his chest. The sudden move had her breasts practically spilling over the top of her corset, and he bit back his groan. Fuck.
The move caught her off guard. She looked like a deer in headlights staring up at him. He’d fucked up the night. This was the second time she’d mentioned it.
“We’re gonna do this again? You wanna leave?”
Her cheeks pinkened. “I just…”
He strummed his thumb over the slip of bare skin on her hip. She trembled slightly but inched closer. I fucking like that.
“Do you want me to leave?” she asked.
Imogene wasn’t going anywhere if he had any say.
“I got you” —he dropped his hand over her ass— “in these red leather pants. Where the fuck would I wanna go?”
The corner of her mouth curled, and her chest rose and she sucked in a breath. Pressed against his chest, he could feel her heartbeat racing.
Her fingers trailed over his chest. “They’re new. I wanted to fit in.” She gulped, looking up through her lashes. “Do I?”
Fit in? Fuck, no!
She stood out. But that wasn’t the answer she was looking for. He wasn’t the only man in the room appreciating how she filled out the leather pants and corset top. But stating the obvious wouldn’t put her where he needed her…at ease. So he lied.
“Yeah.”
