AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“We don’t serve underage girls here,” the stranger said.
“You work here?” She asked, slightly less irritated by his involvement. Of course, he’d check a second time. He could probably lose his job if he served underage patrons.
“I own here,” he said, leaning his elbow on the bar and staring at her. “Who were you looking for?”
“Ares Morgan,” she said.
A dark shadow crossed his features like she’d just offended him somehow.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” She questioned.
“He’s not here,” he said, taking the drink from the bartender when he brought it over. He placed it on the bar top as if to hold it hostage. “And you shouldn’t be looking for him.”
“Why?” She tilted her head. What did this guy have against perfume?
“You shouldn’t be looking for him. And if you come across him, you shouldn’t talk to him.” He leaned closer to her. She inhaled, taking in the spice of his aftershave. Something about him warmed her skin. She should move away from him, but the crush of the crowd kept her close. She couldn’t get away.
“I’m not looking for him. I’m meeting with him. And it’s not really any of your business.”
The club owner arched a dark eyebrow.
He leaned back and looked her over; his gaze left scorch marks on her skin by the time he brought them back up to her eyes. “No.”
“No?” She stopped herself from losing her temper. “You can’t just say no. You have nothing to do with this.”
“We’ve already established I own this club,” he said as though that were the end of the conversation.
“Yes, and I suppose you can keep whoever you want out, but since I have this meeting set, I assume he’s either here already or will be soon.”
“Why are you meeting with him?” He asked flatly.
Aunt Ursa had been very clear about not divulging that exact information. And this man, owner or not, had no business even demanding it. Arrogant ass.
“Just a short meeting. For business.” She added.
His eyebrow arched. “You’re not from here. I can tell that much. And you’re young, pretty, exactly Ares’ type. I don’t think you have a clue what you’re getting yourself into.”
“I’m sure you have more important things to see to, seeing as this is your club.”
“You should leave Ares alone. If you see him, you walk the other way.”
“Thanks, but I think I’ll be just fine.” She cleared her throat and lifted her chin. No matter how much his words shook her, she couldn’t let him see it. She couldn’t say she’d never been talked to in such a way; Bastian was always bossing her around. But this stranger had a darkness to him that would have frightened her if she hadn’t already decided not to let him scare her.
“I’m not kidding. Stay away from him.” He returned to his full height again and slid her drink to her. “One drink while you enjoy the music, but you stay away from Ares Morgan.”
Of all the arrogant things!
“I heard you.” She turned dramatically, giving him her shoulder as she dug into her clutch for the money again. A second later, his large hand covered hers, peeling the clutch from her grasp and closing the clasp.
“The drink is on the house.” He handed her the purse.
“Thank you, but I can pay for my own drink.”
He shook his head, and it seemed like another warning. Something off in the distance caught his attention, and he waved the bartender over.
“No more drinks for her. This one is on the house.” He checked the watch on his left wrist. “I have a meeting.” He gave her one more look before marching off.
“Who the hell was that?” She asked, watching his dark form melt into the crowd and then disappear into the dimness of the main room.
