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“Fuck Grang—”
He laughs again, cutting me off.
“Now I know you two have met, and you may want to listen to me before you go running in there to look stupid.”
We stare at each other, Patrick attempting to convey some message I’m missing entirely.
“I’m not leaving.”
A single bark of laughter shakes his shoulders.
“You aren’t getting in there if I don’t let you. Let’s just get that clear first. But that’s not where I’m going with this, so pull your bullshit back before we’re both standing in your spot. You haven’t pissed me off … yet.”
My jaw clenches again, but I do the intelligent thing and listen.
“Like I was saying, Granger won’t let you near her. The asshole guards her like she’s his property, you get me?”
Not really.
But I don’t tell him that.
There’s a slight roll to his eyes, like my head is denser than I know.
“Women aren’t property. And she doesn’t belong to his creepy ass. So this is what I can do. I can give you a half hour with her if that’s what she decides. If she doesn’t come out of her cage, she’s not for you, and this will be the last night you drop an insane amount of money on a habit that’s not good for you.”
“If she does?” I counter.
“Then you have a half hour. Not one second more. Understand?”
My brows tug together wondering what the fuck he’s getting at, but fuck it, I’ll play along. If it gets my foot in that door.
If it gets me to her.
“Fifteen hundred,” he says. “The half hour starts as soon as Granger walks away from her stairs. Don’t fuck around and fuck her up. She happens to be my favorite, too.”
There’s no point in arguing or asking questions. I need inside that club.
He nudges his chin at the door.
“Go park yourself at the second-floor bar. You see Granger walk downstairs, start the timer.”
Patrick returns his attention to the parking lot without another word. I’m not dense enough to not know when a conversation is over.
Letting myself in, I make my way through the first floor, the crowd parting as usual because there is a storm around me filled with so much aggression that I’m sure the walls around this place are fighting to keep from breaking apart.
Reaching the second floor, I head left to the bar and wave off the bartender because I’m not here for a drink. I take one fucking breath to steady myself before turning to look at Blue.
She’s staring right at me.
Her body continues swaying to the music.
And everything feral about her is calling to everything feral inside me.
Without losing the beat, she glances down at the prick guarding her stairs, surprise barely evident in her expression when he’s approached by another dancer who points downstairs.
Annoyance flits across Granger’s face, but he abandons his post and the timer is now ticking.
As soon as Blue meets eyes with me again, I angle my head to the back hallway and start walking. It isn’t until I reach an available room that I glance over my shoulder to see her following me.
