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It was becoming ever clearer that they were indeed being targeted. Parc kept his eyes on the vampire that had propositioned him. He stood with the crowd on the main floor but off to the side by the tables, observing the action with a pleased expression. Was he the one making all the calls? Parc couldn't remember seeing him before tonight, but that didn't mean anything; he would have to talk to Noa and Ames. They remembered everyone. They worked the doors, and it was up to them who got in.
His attention suddenly became laser-focused on the three officers standing with the Sergeant. One looked familiar, yet he was sure they'd never met. Parc had no connection with the cops. It was Cross who'd established a working relationship with an employee at the station and who now kept him posted as to raids and other issues. The sturdy young blond with the look of discomfort stirred something in Parc, and he wanted to figure it out.
Fortunately, the Sergeant and several officers followed Cross into the back rooms, and he instructed three other officers, including the young blond, to question the staff and patrons at the bar. He would get up close to the officer and would figure out the connection he was feeling. Perhaps he'd been present on one of the previous raids, and Parc had met him then. Once he was close enough, Parc could scent him and know for certain if their paths had ever crossed.
Officer Danny Atwater was new with the Cincinnati Police Department and had been riding a desk for the past eight months since transferring from Toledo and ached to get out into the field. They needed more officers to cover the Club, so they pulled him off desk duty to assist but also made it clear that he was only there to take statements. He would be back on the desk tomorrow, which was made clear to him by Sgt. Jeffers.
Club Zephyr was known as a specialty club, one that tended toward the leather culture of dominance and submission. Danny had contemplated checking it out on many occasions but always chickened out for fear he'd look ridiculous to those who understood the culture.
Now, here he was inside and charged with questioning staff and customers regarding alleged drug use and alleged acts of public nudity. Definitely not how he envisioned his first experience at Club Zephyr.
He looked around and found the place to be more polished and sophisticated than he'd expected. Talk around the station had pegged it as more of a seedy and kinky sex bar, but it looked like any other specialty club on the strip. There was a lot of fine-fitting leather around but nothing outside what one would expect to find at a place advertised as a leather club.
It was much more stylish and cleaner than the BDSM club three doors down. Danny had gone in there once and never went back. It was an experience he hoped never to have again, and for some reason, he thought Club Zephyr was of the same ilk. It was clear by the setup that one could either participate or simply come in for a drink, and either was welcome. The only requirement was some form of leather clothing or accessory.
He was pulled from his critique when the crowd at the bar thinned, and he caught sight of the tall, dark bartender. The gorgeous man was watching him as well, or at least it appeared so as their eyes met, and a spark of awareness sizzled between them.
Danny was gripped by those dark eyes below the thick dark brows that seemed to scrutinize everything he saw. His face was hard lines, as was his beautifully sculpted body. He was bare-chested except for a strand of supple braided leather that hung from his neck.
Danny felt his heart rate kick up a notch when the Sergeant ordered him and two others to question the people at the bar. Danny did not hesitate and went straight for the half-naked man in the stunningly tight leather pants while his companions began questioning the customers.
"My name is Officer Danny Atwater, and I'd like to ask you a few questions." He began, and the control it took to keep his attention on his job and not on the pure sex appeal that was dripping from this man was monumental. The animal magnetism was off the charts, making the air thick with arousal. Danny coughed, cleared his throat, and asked the man's name.
“My name is Parc Kingsley, officer.” The deep sultry voice was a match for the visual in every way and made Danny’s hands sweat with the desire to reach out and touch this specimen of masculine perfection. He took a deep, shaky breath and continued.
“You work here?” He knew that he did, but he needed him to say it and clarify his position.
“Yes, I’m a bartender.”
Danny wrote down the answers and kept glancing up at the gorgeous man who stood a good head taller than him and marveled at the mystic beauty of his eyes. He was overcome by the steely blue eyes that were in stark contrast to his thick black brows and silky black hair. This man was pushing all of Danny's buttons.
CHAPTER TWO
Parc knew the man the moment he came into clear view, and this knowledge was solidified when he caught the first aroma emanating from this handsome young man. This cop, Officer Atwater, was his mate, and that fact was both mystifying and extraordinary in his mind.
The thoughts he'd pondered just before the raid returned to him now. He dreamed of his mate but was quite certain it wouldn't happen for him for a while, and now here he was, staring at his future, holding the gaze of his forever love and wondering what to do next.
"I'll need contact information for you, sir." He asked, and Parc wished that request had been under different circumstances. He reached into his back pocket, withdrew one of his business cards, and handed it to Danny. He wanted to call him by his first name, but this was not the time or place for familiarity, although the heat in his expression and the arousal in the air let Parc know Danny was not unaffected by their closeness.
He could sense his desire and hear the rapid beat of his heart as he tried to keep his mind on business, but his eyes were owning Parc. Officer Atwater glanced up at him repeatedly through his long blond lashes; those hazel eyes were the loveliest he'd ever seen. The top of his blond head came to just under Parc's chin, and his build was slim but not frail. His uniform fit him well, emphasizing a nice round ass that Parc suddenly ached to take in hand.
Danny took the business card and slid it into his pocket, and then began a list of questions related to the complaint. The complaint was bogus and for the purpose of harassment only, but the Officer didn't know that, and he needed to do his job, so Parc answered truthfully but with sparse detail.
Their time together was over too soon, and if he was not mistaken, Officer Atwater felt the same way. Parc caught him looking his way more than once as he questioned the others at the bar. "A police officer, what a surprise." He mumbled to himself with a satisfied smile.
“What did you say?” Lowell came up to stand beside him.
"Nothing." He said and then asked. "They almost finished destroying our business for the night?" He couldn't help feeling frustrated by it all and wanted the cops gone, but he did not look forward to his mate leaving. All the other cops could get the hell out, but Danny Anders should stay; he should stay forever. He smiled to himself again and cast another longing stare in the officer's direction.
"The Sergeant is trying to lean on Cross, thinking he'll crack." Lowell chuckled and shook his head. "The little man is light years out of his league. Cross looks more bored than intimidated." He laughed outright this time.
"Yeah, the Sergeant is a bit soft to be taken seriously, but he does have the power to fuck with us," Parc responded to Lowell's comment.
“I could leave him with serious memory loss and an attitude adjustment, but Cross said to leave him alone for now. He doesn't want to fuck with the police yet." Lowell flashed an evil smile.
"Do all vampires have the skill of mind control, thought manipulation, or whatever you call it?" Parc was duly impressed with Lowell's gift. It came in especially helpful when dealing with some people.
“No, the gift comes to only around ten percent of the population. I was just lucky.” He smiled.
