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“I’m glad you agree…”
“Don.”
“Don.” She flashes him a winning smile. “Thank you. Will you make sure Gracie gets home okay?”
“Elle—” I hiss. But they both ignore me and Don gives my best friend who I currently want to kill with my bare hands, a panty-dropping smile.
“It would be my pleasure.” How is Elle oblivious to the innuendo dripping from his voice when he says the word ’pleasure’? It makes my thighs clench.
“Thank you.” She turns to me, a slight disapproving frown pulling at her brows. “There, that wasn’t so hard now Gracie was it? Have a wonderful Christmas and I’ll—”
“Are you not coming in?” Don asks smoothly. My eyes turn to saucers and I frantically shake my head at him. Which he ignores. “I’d be more than happy to give you a tour of the place if you’d like.”
Elle gives him a sympathetic smile. “I’m not around for the holidays sadly, otherwise I’d take you up on that offer. But I have applied for membership at the main club, so I’m hoping to join in the new year.”
“Oh, I’ll see to it that your application is pushed to the top of the pile and approved right away,” his voice is so smooth it gives me shivers.
“Thank you,” Elle beams at him. “That’s so kind.”
“Anything for a friend ofGracie’s.”
He steps back into the club a little way, perhaps to give us the illusion of privacy so that we can say goodbye, or maybe he’s just cold or bored of toying with me.
I turn to Elle and say a quick goodbye, giving her another rare hug and wishing her and the family a Merry Christmas, before stepping through the door. I wait alongside Don, who doesn’t seem to be able to drag his eyes from my bestie, until she’s back in her car, waving and driving off.
Don slams the door shut and steps forward, encroaching on my personal space and crowding me back against the wall.
“Looking good,Gracie,” he says again in that mocking drawl of his that almost makes me hate my chosen name as much as my given name. His huge hands ghost my curves and skim the hem of my dress, toying with the edges. “This is nice. Borrowed couture looks good on you.”
I can’t breathe, can’t think of a word to say. His scent is intoxicating and his proximity is short circuiting my brain. All I can focus on is the seductive timbre of his voice and the way my body is flooding with heat in response to him.
“I’m desperate to take it off you, fuck you naked in just those heels out here where anyone can walk by…” I sigh and lean in to him, silently begging him to do just that.
I’m disappointed when he pulls away.
“But we have a problem,” he tells me. “You’re needed in the boss’ office.”
DON
Fucking hell, I need to get my dick under control.
No,I’ma dick. Why did I say that about her dress? Why couldn’t I just tell her how nice she looks?
And anyway, how the hell has little miss sweet and innocent suddenly rocked up looking like a seductive siren? Her friend was a scream too. I didn’t think anyone could look more out of place in a sex club than Candy, but her friend even managed to top that.
I can smell a virgin a mile off. It’s a talent few possess but I am blessed. AndElleis definitely a virgin. Which begs the question, why is she applying for membership at a sex club? That might be a mystery I can’t walk away from. I meant it when I said I’d get her membership approved, before the night is out if I can.
I loved the way Candy’s eyes flashed with jealousy when she thought I was hitting on her friend, but now, with her back pressed against the wall, her head tilted up exposing the long column of her throat to me as she tries to look into my eyes, I want her to know that she’s the only one I’m interested in.
As I lean in closer to her, her breath hitches and her pupils dilate. She bites down on her lower lip, and my dick twitches in response. All I want to do right now is take her, right here in thecorridor. And punish her for running off on me last night when I was meant to see her home. Got my ass chewed out by North for that one, so I really should pass that bollocking along to her.
But I know that I need to exercise some self-control, and the boss really does need to see her upstairs.
“Umm, should I get ready first or—”
She tries to hide her nerves from me, but I catch the slight tremble in her voice.
“No. You’re fine as you are. It won’t take long,” I aim for an assertive and reassuring tone, but her shoulders slump and her whole demeanour becomes deflated.
