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She reaches for my arm as I place the empty glass on the bar. “Is that so? Well, I happen to be loaded.”
I meet her gaze and grin. “I bet, beautiful. Thing is, I ain’t no one’s bit of rough. Paid or otherwise. Though it’s been nice to meet you…” I say, bringing her delicate hand up to my lips and kissing her knuckles as I wait for a name.
“Lucy.” She blushes, and any other night I’d be kicking myself in the bollocks for not tapping that, but I’m too distracted by Princess’s laughter that seems suddenly too loud for her to still be over on the other side of the room.
“And there’s me thinking you were here to takemehome… ”
Sighing, I drop Lucy’s hand, ignoring her look of confusion, and turn my attention to Kate who’s looking pretty damn cute in a faded Guns and Roses t-shirt and cut-off denim shorts paired with fishnet tights and biker boots. “Princess. Grab your shit and let’s go.”
“You’re here now. Why not have a drink first,” she replies, nudging her way between me and the posh bird, Lucy, who looks up at me with a question in her eyes.
“She’s my job,” I say by way of explanation, which only seems to confuse her more.
“And he’s adailypain in my arse,” Kate adds with a sultry voice, false smile and a wiggle of her butt in my direction.
“Got it,” Lucy replies, backing away from Kate and disappearing into the crowd of people dancing.
“Was that really necessary?” I ask, turning sideways to face the little vixen. As I move, her upper arm brushes against my chest, and that minor contact sets off my dick in a way I wish it fucking wouldn’t.
“Was what necessary?” she replies innocently as she waves over the barmaid and orders her drinks.
“Being such a bitch.”
Kate snaps her head around and narrows her eyes at me. “I just did you a favour, you ungrateful arsehole.”
“Yeah, and how did you work that out?” I ask, loving the way her anger flares to the surface. There’s something about pissing Kate off that amuses me, and I can’t help but stoke the fire.
“She’s an upmarket escort and has had more dicks inside of her than you’ve dipped your wick in other women, and that’s saying something.”
“And there’s me thinking she wanted to buymefor the night.”
“What?!” Princess snaps, murmuring her thanks to the barmaid who’s loaded her order of drinks onto a tray.
I chuckle. “Like I said, I’m pretty sure she was willing to buy me for the night and, honestly, I would’ve banged her for free.”
“Urgh, you’re incorrigible,” Kate scoffs, grabbing the tray and somehow expertly weaving her way around the crowded dance floor without spilling a drop. I follow her, ready to grab her and go the second she’s settled the tray on the table.
“Big words tonight, Princess. I like it when you talk dirty to me,” I say before I can rein my fucking neck in. Really though, what the fuck is wrong with me?
She makes a kind of strangled noise that’s a cross between a laugh, a snort and a groan. I’d find it cute if I didn’t want to throat punch myself for overstepping the mark. She’s my boss’s daughter and I’m her fucking bodyguard. Ineedto remember that.
Reaching the booth, Kate slides the tray into the centre of the table. I don’t bother to acknowledge Hudson or his mate, my focus is completely consumed by Princess and the heated way she glares at me.
“You alright, Grim?” Hudson questions, earning him a death glare, which he doesn’t cower from like others would.
He’s got balls, I’ll give him that.
Not sure I like the look I’m getting from the guy sitting next to him either. Haven’t seen him around before, but I’d remember a man with eyes so blue they cut through the dim light of the club. He’s a good-looking fucker, with a mixed background given his skin tone, and has the same kind of aura about him that Hudson has. Smart, streetwise, and confident. I’d appreciate that if I didn’t want to drop kick them both for just breathing in the same air space as Princess.
Fuck, man. I’ve got to get a grip.
“Grim?” Hudson persists, pissing me off even more. I’m no threat to her.
“Of course she’s—”
“I’m going to dance,” Kate says, cutting me off before pushing through the crowd and into the centre of the dance floor.
“For fuck’s sake!” I mutter.
