Chapter 5
Derek
I adjusted myself as discreetly as possible. Being a guy sucked sometimes. Sure, we didn’t have to suffer through childbirth or periods or painful hair removal, but to be outed every time you were horny was just cruel. I shouldn’t be sporting a boner at work. It was unprofessional and fucking painful as hell. I had no hopes of it easing anytime soon.
“Leather or denim?” a deep voice asked as a heavy hand clamped down on my shoulder.
“What?”
“Leather or denim? You spotted them first, so you get dibs. Personally, I’m loving the leather, so I’m hoping you’ll take the pixie with the fine ass.”
“You’re a pig!”
“Never said I wasn’t.”
Paul was standing beside me, his eyes firmly fixed on the two women at the bar. They were complete opposites. The one in the leather pants had long, black hair that hung down her back, covering the smooth, pale skin left exposed by her red top that could barely be called a top, more like a handkerchief. Standing next to her was a woman with the most luscious curves I’d ever seen. She was the reason all my blood had headed south without warning. She was a tiny thing, with her skinny legs encased in the darkest jeans I’d ever seen and a pale green top, with short blonde hair that looked like someone had spent days tugging on it. My fingers ached. I wanted to be the one scuffing her up like that. Then I noticed the heels. Fuck me! If I thought my black slacks were tight a moment ago, spotting those sky-high hooker heels made them feel like they were cutting off my blood supply.
“You going over there?”
“Nah. I’m working.”
“So?”
“So, I can’t hit on the customers. That shit’s not right.”
Paul stunk like cigarette smoke. It was one of those stenches that made you queasy. He wore the same as I did, the basic security guard uniform. Black shoes, black slacks, and a black shirt with ‘security’ emblazoned across the chest in huge yellow writing. If it wasn’t for that, we’d blend into the background and no one would ever notice us. But that’s not what the owner wanted. She wanted people to know we were here. Catherine, our ball buster of a boss, wanted people in her club to feel safe, and apparently having an army of beefy security guys hanging around provided that.
“Well, if you’re too much of a pussy, I’m going over.”
“Good luck!” I called out honestly. Paul liked to talk a good game, but over the months we’d been working together I’d never seen him go home with anyone. He tried, my god did he try. He just never seemed to be able to seal the deal. “I’m heading out front to swap with Glen for a bit.”
I watched as he moved towards the girls at the bar before stalking outside. Hopefully the cool night air would calm everything back down. As soon as I pushed open the heavy metal door I felt better. The air wasn’t so suffocating.
“Great! You’re here. Can you stay for a minute so I can take a leak?” Glen asked.
Obviously, he was in major discomfort. He bounced from foot to foot and his face was contorted with pain. I thought about making him suffer, but tonight I just couldn’t be bothered. “Yeah, man. Go on.”
He didn’t hesitate before throwing open the doors and vanishing, leaving me standing on the street completely alone. It should have worried me, but it didn’t. Glancing up and down the deserted footpaths, the rain started to drip down on my head. Without thinking, I tilted my face up to the sky and let the cool drops land on my cheeks. Closing my eyes for a moment, I let go. Of everything. Of everyone. For the first time in a long time I felt free. It didn’t last. Just as everything was feeling calm, something crashed into my side. Or should I say someone.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” she squeaked, looking up at me with huge eyes.
My mouth opened of its own volition before I clamped it shut. I had no words. It was her. The ass I’d been fantasizing about and the face I couldn’t forget. Everything rolled into one. The moment the realization sank in, I knew I was fucked.
“Mia?”
“Uh, yeah. Hi Derek.”
My name rolling off her tongue sounded like heaven. I felt like a teenager again. A very horny, very dumb teenager.
Pushing the dirty, despicable thoughts from my mind, I had to remember I was at work. And she just wasn’t some piece of ass in a bar. “Are you okay?” I mumbled as I reached out to steady her.
I never intended for my hands to land on her hips, but I’d be lying if the moment they did it didn’t feel like home. I saw her shiver, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the icy wind or me. I knew which I hoped for but I wasn’t about to bet money on it.
I watched as she lowered her eyes and a sweet red blush crept up her neck and flamed her cheeks. She was so damn cute. “Yeah, it’s just these damn heels.”
“They look good on you,” I said way too quickly, surprising both of us.
She swallowed deeply before meeting my gaze. “Thanks, but they’re not me. I can’t walk in the bloody things.”
