Page 22 of Daisy Chain
“I monitor the entire club.”
“You monitor the club? So, do you work here?”
“Something like that.” She still knows me as Kade, not Chains, so maybe she doesn’t know I own the place.
“Why do you have a bed where you work?”
“I spend a lot of late nights here and do a lot of fucking.” I hold her gaze to gauge her reaction, and it doesn’t disappoint.
The red in her cheeks deepens. “What kind of boss lets you do that?”
“A good one.” There’s no need to tell her I own the club. The less she knows about me, the better.
“Well, watching me is creepy.”
“I could say spying at my window, watching me fuck another woman iscreepy. But I thought it was hot.” She’s going so red, she might catch fire. “Besides, Imonitorthe whole club, not just you.” Except tonight. The minute she walked in, she drew my attention, but she doesn’t need to know that.
She folds her arms across her chest; the motion pushing her tits up. What would it take to get her upstairs? “Oh, so you knowI’vebeen drinking and dancing. Since you monitor the whole club, you’ll know what others are doing.”
“Of course.” Haven’t a clue. When she’s in the room, everyone fades into the background. There could have been the world’s biggest crime committed under my nose, and I wouldn’t have noticed.
She glances around and points to a woman wearing head to toe black leather, dancing next to us. “What’s she been doing?”
I don’t say a word. Hoping my silence shows that I’m above playing silly games.
“Okay, you don’t know. Then…” she points someone else out, “what about him? And… her… or the woman at the bar. Have you watched them too?”
Again, I stay silent.
“So, you haven’t monitored thewholeclub.” She takes my silence as her answer. “Like I said…creepy. I should complain to your manager.” She spins on her heels to leave.
I grab her wrist to stop her. She glances at my hand and back to me. I take a step closer, our bodies almost touching. “Tell me why you’re here.”
“I came with my friend, Sally.” Her chest rises and falls rapidly, causing my gaze to land on her tits again.
I unwrap my fingers from her wrist, and trail them up the inside of her arm, where the skin is the most sensitive. “Or are you here for something more?”
I reach up to her face, and trace my finger along her jawline, my thumb brushing her bottom lip. Her eyes flutter closed for a beat.
“No.” The word is spoken so low, I can’t hear it over the music, but I can read it on her lips.
Leaning forward, my mouth hovers above her ear. “Liar.” I place a soft kiss on the curve of her neck. Her hands land on my hips, and her body shudders. “Did you go home that night and think about what I did to you? Is it replaying in your mind every day? Do you think about it when you come?” Like I do? She gasps sharply as her eyes lift to mine, telling me that’s exactly what she did. A rough breath exhales from my lips. Heat coils low in my gut. The last thread of my restraint is about to snap. “Tell me you’re here because you want me to finish what I started.”
“I’m here for Sally. Not you.” She sways into me.
“Admit it. You liked the way I touched you.” My hand skims over her breast, her nipple pebbles into my palm, making my cock swell. Such a small touch has made me hard as steel. “Tell me you want more.”
She nibbles her bottom lip, and her eyelids lower, desire written clearly all over her face.
“Let me take you upstairs.” I try not to think about what a mistake this might be.
“I… ummm—”
A hand lands on my shoulder. “Chains, come quick.” There’s a sense of panic in Lincoln’s voice.
“What is it?”
“I think Natasha’s in labour.”
