“And, I like my instructions followed.”
She rolled those big ass brown eyes, and my dick jumped in my pants. “The Sourceis usually busy, especially on the weekends.Andyou just had him make the reservations tonight, and you’re complaining about fifteen minutes?”
I went to challenge her reply, but was stopped by her hand in the air.
“I know. I know. Time is money and all that. Which,” she paused, to remove the towel from her neck and then slowly pull the damp T-shirt over her head, “is why I’m sure…” she paused again, slowly rolling those yoga pants down her hips and thighs until it hit the floor. She stepped out of them. “You don’t havetimeto indulge in a shower with me right now,” she sighed. She was down to just a pair of boy shorts and a Nike sports bra.
My fingers itched to rip both off of her. When she turned and gave me a glimpse of a portion of her ass cheeks hanging out of her panties, I was on my feet without thinking. Work could fucking wait; my throbbing manhood couldn’t.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chanel
As soon as we stepped out of the town car, Xavier became the star of the evening. Even though he was supposed to be a silent partner in this venture, everyone who mattered knew he was the money behind the funding of the club. Despite the people vying for his attention as soon as we got out of the vehicle, he waved the driver off and stood by the door with his hand out, patiently waiting for me to exit.
I noticed his heated gaze sweep over me for the umpteenth time that evening. I wore a Zoe sequin minidress with a plunging neckline. My hair was pinned up with a few spiral curls falling to frame my face. Around my neck was a beautiful Colette chain choker with diamonds hanging from it. That had been gifted to me from Xavier earlier in the evening. My outfit was complete with a pair of black Bianca Louboutins.
“You look good as hell,” he growled in my ear.
My entire body flooded with heat. It wasn’t the first time Xavier had told me as much since I got dressed, but it felt just as good as the first time. I gave him another once-over, admiring him in the navy suit he wore, paired with a white button-up collared shirt. He’d left a few of the top buttons open and didn’t wear a tie, looking very much like the laid-back businessman this nightclub was supposed to cater to.
“I’ma have to make sure my security follows you all around this damn place tonight,” he grumbled.
I snorted. “Ain’t no one in here thinking about me tonight.”
We paused as Xavier greeted a few people at the entrance. I looked out over the line that was already half-a-block long. There were men obviously trying to impress their dates and women dressed to the nines trying to garner the attention of whoever they thought had anin,which meant manywere looking directly at my man. All it took was one look to see how people swarmed around Xavier, fighting for his attention, to realize he was the man of the evening.
“I’ve clocked at least three dudes I’ma need to keep an eye on tonight to keep their asses away from you,” he answered in response to my earlier comments.
“They can look, long as they don’t touch,” I stated, looking over at a group of women who were damn near salivating over Xavier.
“I prefer if they didn’t fucking look either.” He pulled my arm to wrap around his as we entered the club.
I took in the scenery. The club had three levels that were visible as soon as we stepped inside. We passed the area that would be used for coat checking; the huge bar was off to the left with beautiful young bartenders busy serving drinks. The music was the typical D.C. go-go music, interspersed with some of the latest hip hop tracks being played on the radio.
“The third level is the lounge area for business meetings. It’ll be quieter up there,” Xavier stated close to my ear. “I need to mingle for a bit before I head up there.”
“Go ahead,” I urged.
He hesitated.
“Go, I want to take in the scenery anyway. I’m sure there are a few people I know here.” The last thing I wanted was to be the clingy girlfriend he felt he needed to babysit all night.
“You sure?”
“Go!” I shooed him away and turned to head to the bar, but Xavier beat me to it. When the bartender noticed it was him who’d tapped her shoulder, her look changed from one of professional courtesy to pure interest.
“She’s with me. Her drinks are on the house tonight,” he pointed at me.
The bartender nodded.
“A’ight, baby girl. I’ll see you in a bit.” Xavier pressed a kiss to my cheek at the same time a male hand grasped his shoulder. It was another one of the owners. Xavier made quick introductions and gave me one last wink before sauntering off. I briefly watched as he walked away, becoming turned on by his slightly pigeon-toed gait.
“What’re you drinking, doll?” the bartender asked.
“Amaretto sour,” I answered, my eyes still on the man of the hour. I enjoyed watching him in his element. Head lowered, talking business with his associates, greeting patrons who vied for his attention before returning to the previous conversation.
“Here you go.”
