“I’m going to go. I’ll be at work tomorrow, though,” I say, getting off the stool. I turn to leave, but my phone pings,stopping me in my tracks. I pull it from my small shoulder bag and open the message from an unsaved number.
Unknown: Do not even think about leaving.
Crap.
Looking over at Jordyn, I nibble on my bottom lip and sigh. “He told me to stay.”
She smirks. “Then I guess you should probably hang out a little longer. Besides, healmosthas all the glitter off and needs a refresh.”
The three of us burst out laughing, and I have to admit, it feels good to giggle with a couple of girls. It doesn’t last long, though. The second Kian walks in, I feel it. Almost like cool air settling over the room.
Spinning around, I scan the space for him and come to a stop when I meet his dark, devilish eyes. He stares at me as he moves toward us with three other men.
As he gets closer, I find myself taking a step back. We spent almost the entire night in a dark club and then a dim hotel room. But now, I really get to see him, and he’s even more intimidating than I remember. Instead of having a jacket on this time, he’s in a dark gray dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his intricate tattoos. The same tattoos I kissed while I rode his cock in the middle of the night.
It’s impossible to breathe when he walks up to me. Tilting my head back, I look up at him.Sooofar up.
Was he this overwhelming the other night?
He studies me with his nearly black eyes that can see right through me. It’s unnerving. I have to force myself not to fidget under his stern stare.
“Trying to sneak off again, angel?”
The name sends a shiver through me, little sparks of arousal igniting. “No. I was just going to the bathroom.”
Which isn’t a total lie because I do need to pee, especially after downing two lemon drops back-to-back.
Kian takes a final step toward me, and I shuffle back until I bump against the barstool I vacated a few minutes ago. Narrowing his gaze, he gives his head a single shake and comes forward until he’s so close I rest my hands on his chest.
He leans down so his mouth hovers over my ear. “Naughty girls who lie get spanked, angel. Lying is naughty. So is leaving without saying goodbye.”
My pussy clenches at the thought of Kian spanking me. His hands are so large, they’d surely leave a mark on my ass.
Why does that do things to me?
Kian straightens and peers down at me with a stern expression.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t think it through before I left. It had nothing to do with you. I had a great time.”
His brow relaxes slightly as he studies my face for a long moment. “And were you truly just going to the bathroom?”
How does he read me so easily?
Dropping my shoulders, I sigh. “No. I was going to go home.”
We stare at each other silently for a long time.
“How do you know Jordyn?” he asks.
“She’s my boss. I’m the lead choreographer for the resident burlesque show at Emerald Palace.”
Kian blinks several times, the lines in his forehead showing as he starts to frown. “Choreographer?”
I nod and reach for my drink because his proximity is making me tremble. Why does he smell so good?
When he brings his left hand up to run it over his face, I catch a glance at his tattooed knuckles with my nickname on them.
ACE.
