Kat sidesteps me and walks over to her desk, and when she gets there, she groans.
“Were you really trying to break into my desk?” She wiggles the drawer, which pops open.
That fucker took me ages to try to open, and even then, I had no luck, as the bastard was locked tight.
“Oh God, you were. You look so guilty right now.” She bites her lip and crosses her arms over her chest, leaving the drawer, which is now pulled open. “Come… have a look, if you want.”
One of the security team and Sparkle mentioned Kat keeps everything stashed in that drawer. No one has seen what’s in it, which, of course, had me interested. Walking over, I look down to see panties, bras, and stockings.
I smirk. “Tell me they’re used.” I grab a G-string and she tries to snatch it back from me but misses.
“No, you asshole. They are backups for me.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Backups?” I question.
“Oh, you know, in case a man comes in and gets me so fucking hot that I have to change my panties. But that hasn’t happened since you started coming in.”
“We can change that,” I say as she slams the drawer shut and reaches for her phone before she starts walking past me. When she gets to the door, she turns back and smiles.
“No, you make me soaked. So, I just don’t bother with panties when I know you’re around.” She winks, then walks out.
I like seeing that I put a smile back on her face.
But that raises the question. Why was she so sad to begin with?
“If you can’t do your job, Silver, I will send your ass home. I don’t want your excuses.” I hear Katarina yelling at the girls. I don’t go back there, but I stand back listening to Kat screaming. She’s avoided me for most of the night. Granted, I stayed in Kat’s office working, but now I’ve been looking around, I want to know how this works, in case one day I no longer have Kat around.
“She’s a boss,” Steve says, coming to a stop next to me. He looks up at my stone-faced glare and looks away fast.
“The girls respect her?” I ask.
Steve doesn’t look back to me when he answers, “Yep.” He walks forward, then stops. “You can come back. They all know who you are, thanks to Silver. Which is why she’s arguing with Kat now,” Steve says, making my eyebrows pinch together. I follow him back and see who Silver is and groan.
Of course.
Both sets of eyes look at me, and I smirk, walking over to Katarina.
Silver, who I know by another name, crosses her arms over her chest.
“I know him. He will be fine with me going,” she says back to Katarina.
“Then I’ll fire your ass,” Katarina retorts back to Silver.
Silver’s eyes go wide, and she looks to me for help. I say nothing.
“You’re going to let her fire me?” she yelps.
“You do know I run this place, not him,” Katarina states firmly to Silver. “Don’t be a pain in my ass, Silver. Go and do the job you’re paid to do. Before I follow through and fire your ass.” Silver’s bottom lip puckers out in some sort of pouting motion, and she storms off like a petulant child who’s just been disciplined.
Turning around to face me, Katarina places her hand on her hip. “You,” she seethes. “How do they know you bought this place?”
“I know most of the girls,” I reply. They come to the club often. They’re fun to watch.
“Of course, you do. How many have you slept with?” She places her hand up immediately. “No. Stop! I don’t want to know. Don’t tell me.” Kat turns and walks off.
I follow until we pass the naked girls who are getting ready. I pay them no attention as I pursue the hot little ass in front of me. When she gets to the back door, she reaches for a bag and walks out. Just before the door closes, I follow her, the door shutting behind me.
“Stalking isn’t a quality you should be aiming for,” she says, opening the bin and throwing the bag inside it. Wiping her hands on her pants, she turns to me.
In two strides, I’m in front of her. My hands reach around her waist, holding her to me, then my lips smash against hers in a fiery kiss.
I can’t fucking resist.
They’ve been teasing me since the moment I saw her tonight, and I need to have a taste. She doesn’t disappoint at all. This woman tastes like all my wicked desires joined into one, and everything I shouldn’t damn well want.
Kissing Katarina is like drowning. You know you need to help yourself, you know you should come up for breath, but the fight doesn’t win out. And soon you’re drowning, unable to stop yourself as you grip on for dear life, hoping she will look just once before you go under.
Kat’s hips push into me, and I groan. Biting her lip as she catches her breath, I don’t let her catch it for long. I’ve craved this crazy bitch ever since I tasted her. And now she’s the only thing on my fucking mind. I can’t seem to escape her.
Hands touch my chest and push me back, breaking our kiss. “Stop!”
And I do, my hands drop from her body, and she steps back. Her body goes forward as she bends over, hands going on her knees.
Fuck! Is she laughing? I’m so confused.
When she finally stands, she has a straight face. There’s no humor there at all.
“We can’t do this. I have a lot going on.”
“Wasn’t it your plan to make me love you?” I ask her.
Kat touches her lips and smirks. “You’re almost there,” she says. Then she walks back inside, leaving me standing there confused as fuck at her words and laughter.
How could I almost be there? That makes no sense.
What? Because I haven’t touched another person since I tasted her? That I don’t want to touch another person since her?
Fuck!
Is she right?
No, the bitch is crazy.
I don’t fucking fall in love.
Ever!
Though, I did say the same thing about my brother, and he is the last person I would have thought could love, yet now, he can’t seem to breathe without Rochelle.
Wiping at my own lips, which I am sure contain traces of her, I walk around the building and leave.
Chapter Sixteen
Kat
My hands shake as I wait for Mitchell. My leg bounces and I have to hold it to contain it. Why on earth did I agree to this? I see him before he sees me. He’s dressed in a suit, and he looks good. Asshole. Mitchell spots me and turns my way where I’m sitting on the park bench. I don’t get up when he reaches me, being too nervous and afraid of what I will actually say or do. You know, like kill him for one. He is Annabelle’s father, after all, even if he is the shittiest one on God’s earth.
“I didn’t think you would come. I mean, I saw that night when you were out for dinner that you love Annabelle, but you were so self-centered before her I didn’t really believe what I was seeing.”
He isn’t wrong. Before Annabelle, I didn’t care for anyone or anything but my own well-being. She changed a lot for me, and I see the world completely differently now, and I want to be a better person so Annabelle grows up knowing she can be her best self, no matter what.