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He chuckles, turning his back to me, and I flick my gaze down to the stainless steel bar top, my eyes taking in all the scratches. I’m sure it’s more sanitary, but it’s really scratched. A few moments later, a shot glass slides across the bar toward me.
I reach for it, wrap my fingers around the small glass, and lift my gaze to meet his. He’s watching me intently. My brows snap together as something tingles down my spine, and I’m not sure, but I get a bad vibe from this.
Turning my head, I look over my shoulder to see if anyone is watching me. Maybe that’s the vibe I’m getting. But if anyone has their eyes on me, I can’t tell by the shadows that mill around the room.
Placing the shot down on the counter, I slide my finger around the rim. The bartender watches me, his eyes searching mine, and he almost seems as if he’s waiting with anticipation. I don’t like that at all.
Deciding to throw caution to the wind and ignore my gut, which is also something I never do, I lift the glass to my lips. I freeze when I feel a warm hand at my back. I start to turn my head, but then I feel lips at the shell of my ear.
“Don’t drink that, sweetheart.”
“Why not?” I ask on a whisper.
A hand reaches around and slips the shot glass from my fingers. I glance down. It’s a tanned, tattooed hand. I can’t help but stare at the black markings. Although I can’t really make them out, it doesn’t stop me from wondering what they mean.
I’m mesmerized by just his hand, my breaths coming out in short pants as I feel his heat against my back and his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
COLEMAN
Claire is stunning.However, this is not the place for her. I’m not about to allow her to give herself to anyone other than me, and I wonder what the fuck she’s even doing here. The way she walked in, it seemed as though she’d never been here before, but how did she even know it existed?
When the bartender slipped something in her shot glass, I knew there was no other option for me but to interfere. Slipping the glass from her hand, I place it on the bar, and instead of just setting it down, I decide to brush it across the top, flicking it so it spills.
The bartender growls but doesn’t say a word to me, especially when I stare at him and raise an eyebrow. He fucking knows exactly what he did, the jackass. Claire’s breath hitches as I slide my fingers up her wrist, her forearm and then gently wrap them around her bicep.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I murmur against her ear.
Inhaling a deep breath, I smell her, and my cock instantly hardens against the zipper of my pants. She is mine. Even if she doesn’t realize it yet, she doesn’t know it. She is mine. Bought and fucking paid for, as horrible as that sounds.
Gliding my fingers up her arm, I circle the front of her neck, holding her loosely for a moment, feeling her pulse beneath my fingertips. Her breath hitches, and my lips curve up into a grin as I slide my mouth to the side of her throat.
“Come to a room with me,” I rasp. “You’re too beautiful to be watched by all of these creeps.”
There is a moment of silence as my hand slides down her throat, the center of her chest, and then presses against her lower belly just above her pussy. I want to slip my hand between her legs too badly, feel her wet heat, but I don’t want this asshole to watch, this bartender who slipped some bullshit into her drink.
She lets out a sigh, her spine straightening, and I think she’s going to say no, but then she clears her throat slightly.
“Okay,” she states.
Her word comes out on an exhale. I release her and take a step backward, walking to her other side, then turning toward the room, my hand taking hers so she can’t see my face. At least not yet. I’m not sure why it matters. I doubt she would remember me from the other night.
I’ve prepaid for the fifth room, which is at the end of the hall. It’s private and has a lock and no viewing area at all. Nobody can see inside the room. It’s just us. Once we walk into the space, I lock the door behind me and release her hand.
Standing with my back against the closed and locked door, I look directly at her, watching her as she slowly turns around to face me. She lifts her gaze, her eyes locking with mine, and I swear to fucking God my heart stops at the sight of her this close.
“Why are you here?” I ask her.
She presses her lips together, rolling them a few times before she speaks, her words coming out slowly. “You’re here, too,” she says.
I chuckle, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip before I speak. “I am,” I agree with her. “But you don’t look like you belong. That bartender slipped something into your drink. He was going to take advantage of you. You’re here as a woman alone. I don’t understand it.”
She sucks in a breath and holds it for a moment, then she takes a trembling step toward me. She looks like a scared animal, and my cock twitches at the sight of her. I’m into that whole deer-caught-in-headlight innocent thing. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone like that before, and it’s sexy as fuck, even refreshing. Or maybe just because it’s her. I’m not sure.
“I want to get rid of my virginity tonight.”
Her words cause me to pause, but only briefly. It was assured to me that she was indeed a virgin. However, seeing her walk into this club, I wasn’t so sure. Now at least, I know the truth of it, and as much as I want to tell her to take her ass home, there’s a bigger part of me that wants to take her virginity tonight.
“And you thought this would be the place?” I arch a brow.
