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“Is that right? Well, I’m not a doctor. Maybe dicks grow after eighteen. You could be smaller than what I’m used to, now.” I wink as I leave him standing in my wake.
ChapterTen
BEAU
Is it appropriate to push the bathroom door open, lock it behind me, and show her what I have to offer? Instead, I laugh inside because only Nessa would pose such a question. Then it has me wondering, am I the same size as I was when I graduated high school? It’s not like I ever measured it.
I lean against the wall, waiting for her to emerge, constantly looking from left to right to ensure the hallway is clear. And it is, with the exception of a biker-looking guy practically fucking a girl. His hair is long and blonde. Hers is, too. He looks out of place in this fancy club where everyone is in button-down shirts and wearing too much gel and cologne. I make a mental note to ask Mr. Lennox if any members are bikers, or if the woman is a member.
Two more women push into the bathroom and quickly back out. Just as I’m ready to go in after Vanessa, she comes out waving a piece of paper in front of my face. She presses her body against mine, wrapping her arms around my neck, and it feels like heaven.
She used to infuse her hair with a cucumber-scented product, and I’ve just realized she still uses it. The aroma is fresh and clean, and in the distant past, I’d bury myself balls deep with my nose stuck in her curly web.
I pull us apart. “What is it?”
“A woman came into the bathroom while I was washing my hands, and she flicked this note onto the counter. I dried my hands, then read it. What does it mean?”
As I open the note, I discover it’s a man’s handwriting. I'm not an expert in handwriting analysis, but during deployment, I read and wrote letters for my fellow soldiers, ensuring they were free from spelling errors. As a result, it exposed me to more than my fair share of men's chicken scratch.
If you follow instructions, you won’t be hurt—for now.
There’s one man for you.
Keep it that way.
She’s breathing hard, and her eyebrows knit together. Her voice breaks when she says, “Beau? I’m scared.”
“I know.” I grab her arms and make her look into my eyes. “I’m here.”
As I survey the hall, I rub her back, letting her melt into my chest as her arms strangle my waist. There’s no place I would rather be when she’s scared. This just became real. Her dad thought she would need a bodyguard, and she does.
Only seconds pass before I drag her to find Rome Lennox, who is sitting comfortably in his VIP Velvet Box.
I bark out, “Where’s the surveillance room?”
His brows furrow. “Why?”
“Why? Because she just got a threatening note. I need to find the woman who gave it to her and retrace her steps. Then I need to figure out who gave the woman the note.” Uneasiness climbs in my chest. Something about this doesn’t add up.
He smacks a little button on the table and the VIP hostess appears from nowhere. “Take Mr. Landry to the security room.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come on, Vanessa.”
Rome pulls her down on his lap. “She’s my guest. No one would dare cross me in my club.”
She wiggles off his lap, sitting beside him as she confidently suggests, “I’ll be fine. Hurry back because I have a meeting with a company in Germany in a few hours, and I’d like to be home.” She twirls her hair over and over.
“You’re coming with me,” I insist.
She gives me the sign we spoke about upon arrival, and I can tell she means it this time. “Finish your business. Hurry.” My words are as sharp as a razor blade as I study Rome Lennox. If she wants to let his hands roam her body, that’s her business, but I have a few questions for Vanessa.
“Think about my proposal,” she says. “I’ll be back for your answer.”
Little Miss hostess leads Vanessa and I down to the far back of the club, and there’s a surveillance room on the second floor. Rome must have called down and told them to let me have access to everything. I look through the security feeds, then download them into my system through my cell phone.
I can’t make out any facial features of the person who gave Vanessa the note. She’s tall and her head is down. As I rewind the tape, trying to figure out who gave her the note, there’s no evidence anyone gave it to the tall female. She more than likely entered the building with it already in her purse.
