That’s a surefire way to stand out in a crowd.
“Why is he an arrogant asshole?” I questioned. Lacy likes everyone, so this has to be good. I glanced shyly at the balcony one last time. When I did, he motioned for me to join him. I shook my head slowly, shocked that he acknowledged me and embarrassed that he caught me staring.
Lacy took my hand and pulled me away from the bar, guiding me to a booth that was furthest from the loudspeakers so that she could be heard over the music.
She started to explain as soon as our butts hit the seat: “One of my first times here, he walked up behind me and asked me if I was agood girl, so I turned to see who was invading my space like that. He had that stupid mask on and startled me, but he didn’t just startle me; when I jumped, I accidentally passed gas.”
I threw my head back and laughed. Lacy sat there, giving me the stink eye until I could compose myself. After several minutes and a soft punch in the shoulder from an angry little Lacy, she continued.
“Anyway, I didn’t know if he heard it, but I was so embarrassed that when he offered to buy me a drink, I turned him down and insulted him. What else was I to do, you know?” I bit my lip in an attempt not to start laughing again.
“So now anytime I see him he does this weird head tilt thing that I don’t fully understand and growls at me. I hate it,” she whined, then rolled her eyes at my lack of empathy toward hertraumaticexperience.
“Hmmm, honestly, I think the masked-stalker vibe is kinda hot,” I shrugged my shoulders, ready for her judgment.
Before I could even fake an interest, I saw a shadow descending down the staircase that I hadn’t even noticed was there. It was like seeing a deity parting the waters, moving so effortlessly and unconcerned.
“Close your mouth, D, you’re letting flies in,” Lacy teased from beside me.
I’d like to be the cause of those glossy eyes…
Dallas
“Delaney Bennett, sir,” Miss Rice announced as she walked into my office holding a red file.
We keep files on all of our patrons as a precautionary tactic. The files typically consist of a background check, completed medical history, confirmation of all pre-entry tests completed, an NDA, and a questionnaire that each patron must fill out before arrival, listing their boundaries and limits, etc.
I steepled my fingers under my chin, deep in thought. Miss Rice slid a photo across the smooth top of my mahogany desk, and when my eyes connected with the photo, I knew exactly who my mystery girl was.
About six months ago, I was standing at the LAX baggage claim area. My parents had taken a trip to Hawaii. As I waited for the final of the four bags my mom stuffed with souvenirs to pop out on the baggage carousel, I spotted a familiar face.
Seeing Lacy Goodwin in the daylight was a change. It’s interesting to see club members go about their daily lives away from the enigma andprivacy of the club atmosphere. No one would ever notice me publicly. I’ve made certain of that with my mask intentionally covering my face and my lack of any social media or press coverage. It wasn’t Lacy that stopped me in my tracks, but the dark-haired beauty she embraced in a bear hug.
She was a little over 5’0, a good foot shorter than me at 6’ 1. Her brunette hair cascaded down her back and stopped just above her perky ass, creating a magnetic peek-a-boo effect the way it tumbled over her scrumptious curves.
Who is she?
When the mysterious beauty turned around and her belongings scattered on the ground, she moved quickly to her knees, scooping the loose items up with her arms in a swift yet clumsy motion. I bit back a hiss at the sight of herdown there, her firm breasts threatening to escape her low-cut top.
I reached down, grabbing a pair of her sunglasses that slid across the airport tile to my feet.
“Here you go, sweetheart.” Her cheeks blushed as she reached for them. My fingers connected with hers in the exchange, sending a sudden shock through me, fixing my attention on only her.
Seeing her face in the photo from the file with her name written across was intriguing, I didn’t think I’d ever see her again.
I looked at the security monitor, searching for her until my eyes stopped where she was sitting in a booth with Lacy near the dance floor. Her head was thrown back in laughter.
Fucking adorable.
My mind imagined my big hand wrapping her soft hair around my fist and fucking her hard from behind against that booth, making her scream, her legs shaking and weak beneath my girth. I’d lay her across the table and feast on her pulsating, swollen pussy until she begged me to stop,but I wouldn’t.
I smirked at the monitor from the mental picture now embedded in my mind.
Standing from my chair, I walked toward the door. “Delaney Bennett,” I said under my breath on my way to the stairway.
I took two steps at a time, slowing only when my eyes locked onto hers. She was biting down on her lip with an amused expression as she leaned into Lacy, her eyes glossy from the innocent laughter.
I’d like to be the cause of those glossy eyes.
