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I stop and grab Cessy’s arm. “Fuck this. I want to leave.”
She whispers frantically, “Are you freaking kidding me? Have you seen those guys? They are so hot I’m already on fire and I am not going to pass this one up. We are so doing this.”
“No! I mean it.” I can feel his eyes on me the entire time, his expression almost amused, but those eyes tell another story. He is watching me closely, almost challenging me and my mouth dries and my skin pricks as I stare into the eyes of the devil.
A man moves behind us, and I didn’t see him coming and says roughly, “Don’t keep the boss waiting.”
“The boss!” Cessy’s eyes are wide. “You mean he owns this place? Fuck me.”
“Um, there’s been a mistake. We need to leave.” I say foolishly and merely get a rough, “Non-negotiable.”
Cessy grips my hand and says with determination.
“Come on Ally. I’ll deal with this, um, situation. Leave it with me.”
I have no choice and am dragged unwillingly into the black hole and as we drop down into the seat opposite them, I hate the way my body is burning up right now. Despite being the scariest man I have ever met, he is also the most attractive one and could be a movie star. From his velvet brown eyes to his strong jaw, incredibly smooth skin and delicious lips, he is extremely desirable.
He is also hiding an insane body under that shirt. I can already tell just from the fabric straining against it and he wears his arrogance with ease, knowing he can probably do whatever and whoever the fuck he wants.
As we sit, they stare at us with wicked eyes loaded with lust and Cessy shifts in her seat and is almost hyperventilating as his companion offers her a glass of champagne and says huskily, “You look as if you could use this.”
I’m mortified when she downs it in one and says with an impish grin, “The bottle may be easier.”
His eyes flash with amusement and as he undresses her with his eyes, even I feel the smolder of lust between them and yet I can’t dwell on it because the man I am trying so hard not to look at, leans forward and whispers, “Dance with me.”
He stands before waiting for a reply and holds out his hand and Cessy nudges me, whispering, “Go on.”
Realizing I have no choice, I ignore his hand and head back the way I came, my heart racing so fast I may not make it there at all.
He moves behind me and as soon as we reach the dance floor, he grips my wrist and spins me against him, wrapping his arm around my waist and leaving me in no doubt I am not escaping anytime soon. He dips his face to my ear and whispers huskily, “Be a good girl. We have unfinished business.”
Inside, I am crying buckets of fearful tears. I knew this was a bad idea. I should never have left my apartment. This is a nightmare.
As we begin to move in time to the music, I hate the fact I can only focus on his hard body sliding against mine. His hips are pressed against me, and I doubt there is any air at all between us. His hand splayed out on my ass as he presses me against him.
His face dips to my cheek and he whispers in his rough husky voice, “Some say when you save a life, you own it.”
“Says the man who also took a life.” I whisper back, a little of the fire returning to me as I struggle to fight back against the situation.
His soft chuckle makes me wonder if he’s mentally stable and he almost makes me jump as his lips brush against my cheek and he whispers, “Just another day at the office. You get used to it.”
I swear every part of me freezes because what the actual hell is going on?
I am frozen and unable to move and it’s a good job he is almost carrying me around the dance floor.
“Allegra Powell.” He whispers, causing my heart to beat a little faster.
“Now what will I do with you, I wonder?”
I can’t even speak. My mind is racing so fast and it’s not helping that his freaking gun is pressing against my left breast as he holds me close to his chest. This man wears danger like an aftershave and it’s addictive.
Why am I a hot mess around a fucking criminal? He is dark, dangerous and focused entirely on me and I don’t know whether to thank God for the opportunity or pray for my soul.
CHAPTER4
SHADE
Ilike my women on edge, and she is about to fall over it. I can almost touch her nerves that she is trying so hard to conceal with indifference.
