The name is growled behind me. I don’t bother to turn; I already know it’s him. No one else besides his family calls me by that name. If I didn’t know it was him from the name, I would know from the possessive hold he has on me as he stands behind me with his hand splayed across my belly.
I look up at him and smile. “Hello, Cole. What can I get ya?”
Brooklyn
I walkinto the pub I was told Deja works at and look around. It’s a decent place. The word is it’s owned by her uncles.
I’m still digging up information on them. I’m treading lightly so I don’t trigger any unwanted attention; my whereabouts can’t get back to my grandfather.
However, I need to know what’s been going on around DJ. Like I said, I’m not leaving until we talk. I need to head back home soon, so I need to make that happen fast.
However, from the moment I walk in, I want to shut this motherfucker down. I don’t know what DJ was thinking when she left the house this evening, but that shit is going to get someone hurt. There’s no fucking way this is how she comes to work.
The clear stripper heels are one thing. Then there’s the black bodysuit. Her back is on full display, showing off all that smooth, dark-brown skin. There is no denying that body with the fit of the fabric to her skin.
The tat down the center of her back is something I want to explore in more detail, but I hate that everyone else can see it as well. My slacks are so fucking tight right now.
“Hello, Cole. What can I get ya?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Ya knew I was coming here, didn’t ya? There’s no way ya come to work like this every night.”
“What would make ya say that?”
“Ya love to taunt me.”
She turns to fully face me as I lift a brow at her. That little smile drives me crazy. It always tells me she is goading me, and she knows she has me.
“Taunting ya? Are ya implying I thought about ya as I got ready for work? Still cocky as ever.
“No, Cole. I didn’t know ya were coming here. Would ya like something to drink?”
“What I want is to take my time and do this proper, but yer trying to make me bend ya over and fuck the shit out of ya right where ya stand.”
Her eyes fill with lust as she looks me over. I’m dressed in all black, but I might as well be naked the way she takes me in. I grin and palm the side of her face. The deep waves framing her face and bangs are something new.
It looks good on her. Deja would be beautiful bundled in a potato sack. She smells amazing too.
“I’m not letting ya shag me so ya can go back to wherever ya come from. Do ya want a drink or not, Cole?”
I tug her to me and kiss her hard. Just as she did yesterday, she wraps her arms around my neck and allows me to devour her. I want to clear this place out and take her on the nearest surface.
The chemistry between us is insane. My skin is humming from being near her. If I ever doubted wanting to make her mine, the thought has gone out of the window.
“What are ya doing?” she pants as she breaks the kiss and looks up at me.
“Having a drink. Yer delicious, love. What time are ya done here?”
“Why?”
“We’ll have a drink, and we can talk. I’m in Scotland just for ya. Nothing else. I want to understand what I’m missing. Why ya shut down on me yesterday.”
“That’s not going to happen. Ya might as well go back home.”
I frown. “Those words just tasted like shit, didn’t they? Ya don’t want me gone any more than I want to leave ya.”
“We have a problem here? Who is this, Deja?”
“I’ve got it, Harold. There isn’t a problem.”
