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“You are so exquisite, little flower.”
I’m staring at Ronan as Matis’s lips graze my earlobe. And I’m just waiting. Why won’t he put a stop to this? Why won’t he snap?
Not that IwantMatis to stop. He’s gorgeous, and I’m definitely attracted to him. And he clearly likes me. So why would I stop him?
Is that what Ronan is waiting for? For me to put an end to this first? Like some sort of game of jealousy chicken? If so…I’ll gladly win.
I turn my head slowly toward Matis, putting our lips so close to each other’s, I can feel his champagne-scented breath on my face.
“Let me make love to you, Daisy,” he whispers casually.
Oh my God.My eyes nearly bug out as his words spin around in my head. I’ve never been spoken to so forwardly in my life, and it’s incredibly jarring. I literally just sat down. I’ve only been speaking to Matis for five minutes. And he asked to sleep with me like he was asking to buy me dinner. At least do that partfirst.
“That’s enough,” a dark familiar voice bellows, and I pull away from Matis to see Ronan standing up with his jaw clenched and his hands balled into angry fists at his sides.
“Oh, Ronan. You used to be so good at sharing,” Matis adds with a laugh as he sits back in the booth and takes a sip of his drink with a smug smile.
“Not with this one,” he replies, and I have to remind myself to breathe. “Let’s go, Daisy.”
He holds out a hand for me, but I hesitate. “But we just got here.”
His eyes darken. “Now, Daisy,” he barks, and I quietly stand, squeezing my way out of the tight booth and toward the man currently glaring at me more like a disgruntled parent and less like a loving friend.
“Au revoir,” Matis murmurs in a singsong tone before scooting himself closer to one of the other girls at the table.
“Until next time,” Ronan replies casually, nodding to each person around the table.
Then he practically drags me away, and my heart sinks at the prospect that we’re leaving so soon. We literally just sat down. I haven’t seen a thing.
“Oh, Daisy,” he mumbles with more softness than he was showing at the table.
“What? I didn’t do anything. It was your friend laying all the moves onme.” I’m dragging my feet as he pulls me toward the front of the club. Watching the crowd ofdancerson the floor, I can’t help wishing I could be among them.
Ronan and I reach a crowded area around the bar, and he tugs me toward an empty corner. “You are a brat, Daisy.”
My head snaps backward as my wide eyes bore into him. Did he really just call me that? “Excuse me?” I retort in a defensive shriek.
He chuckles in return. “It means a submissive who acts out for attention. You never listen to me.”
“It works, doesn’t it?” I reply with a half-smile, and he laughs to himself as he shakes his head and looks away. “You have a lot to learn, baby girl.”
“So teach me,” I reply.
“That would be a dangerous decision, Daisy.”
It feels like another step backward, but I don’t push it. Not after today.
But that pit of disappointment in my gut is still there. “I don’t want to leave yet, Ronan,” I say in a plea.
A large hand touches the small of my back, and the rebellious feeling starts to fade. “We’re not leaving. I just had to get you away from that smooth talker, Matis. He’d have you on that table, devouring you like a meal in minutes, if I hadn’t stepped in.”
My brow furrows in confusion as he pulls me farther into the club. “Wow,” I reply sarcastically, “thanks for saving me from that.”
RULE #16: HELP HER WHEN YOU CAN
Ronan
“Where are we going?” she asks as we reach the back of the club. There are some things I’d like her to see. Things that are more than just explicit displays of carnal debauchery.
