“Follow me.” He turns, walking back toward the front. Neily and I stand there shocked.
“Did he say to follow him?” I ask her to be sure.
“It worked?” She’s as shocked as I am. The man stops to look back at us. He motions for us to follow him. We hurry along before he decides to change his mind.
“What the hell! Why are you taking them back?” I turn to see a beautiful tall blonde in a tight shirt dress ask. She looks pissed. Beautiful but pissed nonetheless. The man leading us toward the front ignores the questions. He pulls open one of the doors, letting us in.
We step inside to see a giant host desk. A dark-haired girl looks up from the tablet she has in her hand. Her eyes flick over Neily and me before going to the man who let us in.
“What are you doing, Taylor?” she snips at the man.
“My job,” he says dismissively to her. “This way, ladies.” He motions for us to step down the hallway. The sound of music gets louder as we move along it. I lock my arm with Neily’s as we enter the main part of the club.
“This isn’t what I was expecting,” I say to her as we enter. Chandeliers hang from the tall ceilings. Light bounces off them, making the whole club look like it’s sparkling. The music is loud but not too loud that you can’t talk to anyone. I hadn’t expected it to look like this for some reason.
“It’s classy.” Neily looks everywhere like I am. I think we were both thinking it would only be a mass of bodies with loud music. Don’t get me wrong, the place is hopping and the alcohol is flying, but like Neily said, the place still gives off a classy vibe. I bet all the high rollers hang out here. “I don’t want to know what a drink costs in here.”
Neily shakes her head in agreement.
“You have your own table here.” He motions yet again. I almost feel bad for the guy. We keep getting side-tracked like toddlers. We walk over in the direction he’d motioned to, where a low-hanging silk rope blocks the way. He unhooks it, letting us in. “Your table for the night, ladies.”
“Thank you.” I give the man a warm smile, feeling lucky.
“Why?” Neily narrows her gaze on the man, folding her arms over her chest.
“Doing my job, ma’am.” I can tell he’s trying to fight a laugh. “I’ll send someone over to get your drink order. Like the table, they’re free.”
“There it is! They give us a free drink, then know we’ll want another and another. Before we know it, we’ll have racked up a five hundred dollar bill,” Neily accuses. This time the man doesn’t fight his laugh. “That’s how they get you.” She narrows her eyes at the man who, continues to chuckle.
“All the drinks are on the house, ma’am,” he informs Neily before turning to leave.
“What is going on here?” Neily asks from beside me. I have no idea but my eyes search the beautiful club for my mystery man. There are already a lot of people inside but not too many. People still have plenty of room to move around.
“What can I get you to drink?” I look over to the woman who was standing at the host stand where we first entered. She isn't wearing what the other servers or bartenders are. Her outfit is a little different but still matches all the others in color. It's simple, sexy and black. Yeah, we so didn't dress right for this place.
“That!” Neily points at a tray passing us with some pink martinis on it. They do look yummy. I nod in agreement. “We’ll take six.”
“Six!” I half shout.
“He said we can have all the drinks we want. It’s free.” That’s true. It is free.
“We have to work tomorrow,” I remind her.
“Fine. Two.” Her shoulders drop. “Each,” she throws out there, making me laugh. The woman rolls her eyes, walking off.
“What’s her problem?”
“No clue.” I watch the woman go.
“You see him?” Neily draws me back to the reason we’re here to begin with. I go back to looking around the club.
“I don’t see him. Maybe…” I trail off when my eyes land on his. He’s staring right at me across the bar.
“He’s staring at you.” Neily tells me what I already know. “Now you’re staring at him.” I am. I can’t pull my eyes away from him. “Stop staring.” Neily nudges me but still I can’t break eye contact with the man. I don’t know what it is about him but he always has this pull on me. Even at a distance. “He’s coming this way.”
“Oh shit.” I back up a step and then another. I hit the long booth seat at our table, making me drop down onto it. He keeps on coming. He looks determined.
“He’s coming!” Neily shouts.
“I know!” I shout back at her, finally pulling my eyes from his.
“Do I like leave you alone or...” She throws her hands up in the air, not sure what to do.
“I don’t know!” I hiss at her. This was a bad idea. I can feel my face start to heat already. We’re going to embarrass ourselves. I know it.
“Cupcake.” His deep voice rumbles through me. It’s as sexy as him. Of course it is. I turn to look at him, my eyes meeting a wall of hard chest. I have to tilt my head all the way back to meet his gaze.
“Cupcake?” Neily says. Wait. Is that what he called me? I don’t have a chance to ask before his mouth is on mine.
5
Sean
I should take this slow. That’s what I told myself I was going to do once I got her little ass into the club. As soon as she was under my roof where I knew I would have some kind of control. I convinced myself that I could be patient and take my time. That was until I’d gotten close to her.
The flush of her cheeks and her eager eyes that were looking around the club like she was searching for someone had sent me into a tiny bit of a panic. The thought of her being here to meet someone had lit something inside of me. I knew that I had to stake my claim before anyone else got to her.
Her fingers dig into my shirt as I deepen the kiss. My hands go to her ass to bring her flush against me. Her lips are the softest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I push my tongue past them, needing to taste more of her. She parts them, tentatively opening her mouth for me. She tastes as sweet as the name I gave her. She’s a delectable little morsel that I plan to eat up.
Slowly her tongue slips into my mouth and she starts to kiss me back. She really is sweet. Her kiss is untrained and covered in innocence. I groan into her mouth, lifting her up off her feet. Needing her to be as close to me as possible.
“Sir,” I hear someone call. I break from the kiss, not wanting to but remembering where I am. I’m in my club at my place of work. I’m sure all of my employees are staring in shock. Sure, over the years there has been gossip about who I was dating, but that's exactly what it was: gossip.
People might have seen me partying with women and taking pictures, but they’ve never caught me actually doing something intimate with anyone. I haven’t had the time or interest until the moment I laid eyes on my cupcake. The ache in my chest doesn’t seem as unbearable now. The one in my cock is an entirely different story.