Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
But when I follow my instincts to the person causing my senses to ping, it’s a woman I’ve seen around before. I can’t remember her name, but I do remember Zayne shooting his shot with her like six months ago and being turned down so fast, he came back to the VIP lounge with his tail tucked between his legs. Truly, he has excellent taste. She’s built like an Amazon, tall and thick, cocking a full hip against the bar as she stares boldly at me.
Her long, wavy dark hair makes her pale skin stand out. Which, in turn, brings my attention to her dark-red lips. And the tight pants she’s wearing, paired with a lacy red bra that shows off her impressive tits. Tattoos climb up her sides, but I can’t see the details of them from this far away.
She lifts her glass and tilts her head to the side. I can’t tell if it’s an invitation or challenge.
I twist to catch sight of Natasha. As gorgeous as she is, it’s smarter not to fuck the people who work at our favorite places. It’s like pissing where you eat. “Hey, Nat, what’s the tall beauty’s name?”
She peeks over the railing and whistles. “You have expensive taste. That’s Tatiana. She’s an escort who’s started hanging around the club on her time off. She’s cool, and she doesn’t step on toes, which Cassim was initially worried about. You could do worse.”
An escort.
No wonder she sent Zayne packing before. He might be a trust fund baby, but no doubt she’s here to enjoy herself, rather than work. I’m just reckless enough to attempt to succeed where my friend failed. “What’s her poison?”
Natasha laughs under her breath. “Macallan 1946.”
Jesus. She wasn’t kidding about having expensive taste. “Is that what she buys herself or what she tells assholes who want to buy her a drink?”
“Both.” Natasha grins. “You have your hands full with that one.”
Only for tonight. “Send her the drink and an invite to the booth, please.” I turn and press a couple hundred dollars into her palm. “Put it on my tab. This is for you.”
“At least it won’t be a dull night.” She pockets the money and disappears down the stairs.
I should probably play it cool, but I’m too curious to move away from the railing. I watch Natasha slide next to Tatiana and speak directly into her ear. Tatiana laughs, and even though there’s no way I could possibly hear it from here, I swear I do.
Or maybe that’s my phone buzzing.
I don’t tear my gaze away from the woman now holding the shot glass, an amused expression on her face. I lift my phone to my ear. “I’m busy.”
It’s nearly impossible to hear with the loud music, and yet I can pick out Wolf’s words easily. “Wrong answer, Red.”
A chill shoots down my spine, quickly followed by desire. His voice is just as cold as ever, but there’s a thread of pure fury in it. I watch in amazement as Tatiana downs her drink as a shot instead of sipping it. Holy shit, this woman is something else. Maybe she’s got a beast instead her too. I can’t quite pull my attention from where her dark-red lipstick leaves a mark on the glass. “It’s not fun when the shoe is on the other foot, is it?”
He pauses. When he speaks again, there’s a hint of a growl in his voice. “Did you miss my texts today, baby? Feeling neglected?”
“Don’t be absurd.” I crook my finger at Tatiana, and she nods and starts working her way toward the VIP section. “You’re my stalker. You could vanish tomorrow, and I’d be relieved.”
“Little liar.” He lowers his voice until I have to strain to hear him. “You’re mine. Don’t think that just because you broke up with that asshole you can go around giving that pussy to anyone who looks at you.”
“It’s my pussy. If I want to bend over and let the whole club have a chance at me, that’s my prerogative.”
“You really do love the color red.”
I blink. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what. I’ll butcher anyone you let touch you. And I’m always watching, Red. Anyone gets to fuck you, it’s going to be me. You fuck someone else, I’m going to take it poorly.”
“That’s a shame. Because I have a gorgeous escort coming up here to rock my world.”
He’s silent for a beat, as if I’ve surprised him. “An escort. You mean—”
I hang up. It’s petty and will no doubt incite him, but . . . I like it. That feeling I’ve been chasing ever since the reckless decision to fuck Rafe is back, and it’s stronger than ever. I feel at home in my body, my adrenaline racing, my skin sensitized.
Tatiana comes to stand at the railing. She’s got two lowball glasses in her hands, and she presses one into mine, standing a little too close. “For you.”