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He’d noticed the looks that one or two other ‘suits’ had thrown at him in surprise when he’d crossed their path, but nothing had been said. That was the way they worked though—stay hidden until they were needed.
As he made his way past some of the private rooms, he noticed only a handful were in use and he prayed the fucker Dahlin wasn’t in one.
The stairs up to the next floor were through the VIP lounge and it was as he headed through that he finally spotted Emma.
It was as though she knew she was being watched because, at the same time he froze with his gaze fixed on her, Emma lifted her head. Her eyes widened and filled with pleasure before they dimmed in sadness.
The light that was set in the center of the table gave her features a soft glow, and as she placed her drink onto the table, he noticed a slight tremor to her hand.
Was she nervous because he stared at her like he’d never seen a woman before or because she didn’t want to be in the club?
He had to find out.
He shook himself out of the lust he’d felt the moment he’d gazed upon her and strode over to where she had been left alone.
Without being invited, Maverick took the seat beside her. She shifted deeper into the booth as he crowded her. He liked the fact that she didn’t cower from him but simply made room for him. His size didn’t seem to bother her like it did a lot of people, and women usually turned the other way once they’d taken a look at the scar that covered one side of his face. He, and many of those women, considered it hideous. He used it to his advantage on more than one occasion to put the fear of God into someone. Right now while he sat next to Emma, he wished he didn’t have it.
“Where is he?” Maverick asked, wanting her to answer that Dahlin had left, even though Maverick knew he hadn’t. “Tell me, Emma.”
“He went to talk to someone. Said he’d be back in about thirty minutes...and not to move.”
Tears appeared on her lashes before she turned her head and blinked them away.
“How old are you?” he blurted.
All of a sudden, he needed to know her age because she looked so damn young that it frightened him.
His question had startled her, but she answered, “Twenty-two.”
Maverick’s heart sank. He knew she was young, and hoped that she looked a lot younger than her actual years, but she wasn’t.
He watched her as she waited for him to say something to her, but what he needed to do was back away instead of encouraging the attraction he knew they both felt.
“I’m thirty-eight...and sometimes I feel a lot older,” he admitted. “That’s sixteen years older than you.”
She offered him a wry smile. “I did quite well in math at school.”
Nodding, he didn’t find any humor in her witty reply because he wanted to crush her soft, curvy body against the hard contours of his own. But instead, he replied, “That’s the problem...you still remember how you did in school where I can’t even remember the classes I took.”
Sixteen years...She was beautiful and fresh faced...He needed her...
Reaching out, he took Emma’s hand and pulled her out of the booth with him. “I want to dance with you. Just one dance.”
“No one else is dancing.”
Chapter Five
Emma had her hand wrapped up in Maverick’s and her whole body quivered with desire for the man. What was wrong with her? She’d met him briefly when she’d walked in the door...and had him in her head for the past thirty...forty...minutes since she arrived.
She was inexperienced with men, although she’d had sex with a couple of guys while she’d been in college. In fact, one of those had been her boyfriend, but that had fizzled out after five months. Apparently, she lacked imagination, which was why he’d been fucking someone else on the side.
Even though Maverick looked to be all muscle and could probably get anyone he wanted, she had the feeling that he was a one-woman man. Something told her to trust him.
As her eyes met his in the dimmed room, her heart started to crack open. It was the last thing she’d expected to happen, and for once, she was going to go with it because her blood hummed with desire, and it had since their eyes had met.
Looking at him, she had the feeling he was upset by their age difference. Sixteen years was a wide gap and she knew it bothered him more than it did her. Mature men always attracted her attention, apart from Mr. Dahlin that was. Dahlin was just a creepy asshole at any age.
Within a minute of being dragged from her seat, Emma found herself in the stairwell with Maverick’s breath caressing her neck as he stood close against her. The heat from his body seeped inside her and started to warm her from the inside out. Her cheeks felt warm with a blush as he moved her to one side.
