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“He never invitescommonersto play.” It was a nickname they gave themselves being they didn’t have the required income to be there.
“Well, he just did. I probably won’t take him up on it anyway.” Izzie grinned and headed for the bar with Dane hot on her heels.
“Unfucking believable,” Dane murmured. “Mr. Jackson as you all messed up.”
“Whatever, let’s just have fun tonight, okay?”
Dane made a show of inhaling a deep breath, holding it, and then releasing it. “I’m ready.”
Izzie patted him on the shoulder. “Such the drama queen, but I still love you.”
Dane batted his long, made-up lashes at her.
After a couple of rounds, and people watching, Dane gasped. Izzie’s head popped up to see what the fuss was about.
Mr. Jackson stood across the room and he only had eyes for Izzie.
“He’s intense,” Dane whispered.
Her eyes were locked on the beautiful man in the pristine suit. “That he is,” she agreed.
A slender brunette sidled up alongside Mr. Jackson, and his gaze on her was broken. Izzie looked at the gorgeous woman dressed in a gown of golden sequins.
“Her dress is to die for,” Dane said to himself.
She sighed. “That I have to agree with.”
After her thorough perusal of the woman, she looked back to find Mr. Jackson looking at her again. Izzie’s mouth popped open, and she felt the heat spread across her cheeks. Izzie ducked her head. She wasn’t expecting him to be looking at her when he had perfection hanging off him with a set of Double D’s.
“He can’t take his eyes off you, what the hell went on in the room last night?”
“Just my punishment, no aftercare, Blue took over then.”
“Damn.” Dane reached over and patted her on the thigh.
Izzie winced at the touch.
“Oh shit, sorry. I forgot.” Dane gasped.
Izzie’s eyes went to Mr. Jackson. Whose lips parted slightly, as a mark of concern touched his brow. He handed his glass tumbler off to the woman next to him and strode toward Izzie like a man on a mission.
When he was within touching distance, he stopped, reached down to her simple black skirt, and tapped the hem.
Izzie nodded and braced herself.
He carefully pulled the fabric up and trailed a finger next to the slight pink marks on her skin. He shook his head and laid her skirt back down. Offering his hand, he led her to a room in the back. One she’d never been in before.
Glancing around she realized it was an office of some sort, with file cabinets and a desk.
The man motioned for her to sit in a chair and then he went to another door which revealed a bathroom. He disappeared inside for a moment before coming back out with a medical box.
Placing the box on the table he rooted through until he found a tube of cream.
He knelt in front of her and pointed to her skirt. Slowly, she lifted the hem and watched while he applied a dollop of cream to his fingertips. He paused, held out his hand, and his eyebrow ticked up.
She nodded.
Surprisingly, he lowered his head and pressed a small soft kiss to the top of each thigh.
