She hated that he was right. Erotic thoughts drew her toward him and she ran her tongue over her tingling mouth. The tip of his index finger glided over her lower lip. As if under a hypnotic spell, her mouth parted. She wanted to take his finger into her mouth and suck, but she wouldn’t. She couldn’t.
“Can I get you a another Glenlivet, Mr. Lockhart?” the bartender asked.
Interrupted, his hand fell to the bar and he severed eye contact. “No thanks, Scotty.” Colton’s phone chirped and he fished it from his breast pocket.
Brigit tossed back a mouthful of wine and leaned against the back of the barstool. What on earth was she thinking, following Colton to his club? She’d never looked twice at any other client, yet she couldn’t stay away from this one. And this one was the enemy, no less. She took another full sip, relishing the robust bouquet, then realized she had to use the restroom.
With Colton busy texting, she walked to the back of the club and tugged open the door. Wall lamps hung over each of the arched doorways, but there were no restroom signs. Hoping she’d get lucky, she entered the closest room on the right.
About twenty people stood huddled in a semi-circle with their backs to her.Welcome to Antarcticawas painted across the back wall. Brigit edged forward.Is this a co-ed bathroom line?She walked to the far end and stopped short. This was no line to anywhere.
No, no way.Her mouth fell open. She’d found the dancing nudies, but they were doing a hell of a lot more than dancing. Two young women, both naked and sprawled in a graphic position on the couch, were going at it like their lives depended on it.
“Whoa,” she whispered as her hand flew to her mouth.
The women’s moans and cries escalated to squeals of quivering delight. The audience clapped as they tumbled into an embrace. As the crowd thinned, they hopped off and draped themselves in full-length fur coats, which had been piled in a heap on the floor.
Brigit hadn’t moved.Colton is a complicated man with unusual needs.
“Good show, don’t you think?” asked a man standing next to her. “You interested in using the couch next?”
27
COLTON’S DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
“Oh, shit,” Colton bitout.
Brigit was gone.Dammit. I shouldn’t have taken my eyes off her.Colton left a Benjamin on the bar, then strode to the back of the room and opened the door.Ten rooms, five on each side, lined the hallway. And that was just this floor. The private rooms were upstairs.She could be anywhere.He strode into the first room on the left. A small group watched two women and a man having sex on a man-made beach. No Brigit.
He walked across the hall and exhaled a relieved breath. Brigit was firmly rooted in place near the sofa with some guy standing too damn close. Two seconds later, Colton laid a possessive hand over her shoulder and pulled her to him.You must have gotten an eyeful and one hell of an invitation.
“She’s not available,” Colton said.
“If she were mine, I wouldn’t leave her alone for a New York minute.” The stranger threw his hands up in surrender. “But hey, no problem.” He moseyed out of the room.
“What the hell are you doing?” Colton growled.
Brigit darted to her tiptoes, brushed aside his hair and whispered, “I need to pee.”
He almost laughed. He’d come here to unwind and forget about the mountain of trouble facing him with MobiCom. How had the opposite happened?
Brigit.
He gripped her hand and tugged her out of the room and down the hallway, quickly passing the open doorways. “You’ll get whiplash if you keep jerking your head like that.”
“You’re walking so fast, I can’t see inside the rooms.”
“That’s the idea.” He stopped in front of the ladies room. “I’ll wait here.”
“You might want to check to make sure there’s no naked women on sofas in here. If there are, I might be a while.” With a smirk, she walked in.
Pressing the sole of his shoe against the wall, he slipped his hands into his pockets.She’s one hot handful.Since the age of ten, Colton’s need for control had turned into an obsession. But controlling Brigit was impossible. As soon as Big D had told him a hot chick who wouldn’t take no for an answer was waiting outside, he had to see her. Anyone else would have gotten the boot, but there was something exhilarating about feeling a little out of control whenever she was by his side. Brigit’s unpredictability aroused the hell out of him.
From his vantage point, she’d done him a favor by forcing him to expose his fetish sooner than planned. Based on her shocked expression, she’d seen plenty. Now that she’d glimpsed his fucked-up world, she’d stay clear of him andthatwould solve his nagging need to have her by his side every damn moment. Brigit Farnay was his newest employee—his wealth manager, no less. His life needed no additional complications.Keep your distance, Mitus.
She opened the bathroom door and stepped so close he could see the bright golden flecks in her eyes. “Much better, even without the wild sofa girls. Are you going to show me around your sex club?”
Desire surged through him and he started to harden. It would be too damn easy to take her face in his hands and kiss those luscious lips. Instead, he kept his hand in his pockets. He’d come herealoneto bealone. He sure as hell wasn’t going to invite Brigit to watch alongside him. “You’ve seen plenty.”
