“Which suit, baby? Ace of what?”
Butterflies explode in my stomach as he brings my hand up to his mouth and kisses the inside of my wrist. It’s light and quick, nothing lingering, but even after he pulls away, I feel it. His tender kiss. Something I wouldn’t think a man like him would be capable of.
I have no doubt whoever he is, he’s rich and dangerous. Most women probably wouldn’t know it from the short amount of time I’ve spent with him, but I know the signs. It’s possible this man could be in the mafia, for all I know. He might kill me after we fuck. It’s risky to hook up with a random guy. But that’s why I left Seattle and moved to the city of sin. I’m here to take more risks. To have fun. And if this guy does kill me tonight, I just hope like hell he fucks the daylights out of me first.
“Ace of hearts,” I reply before gulping down some more water.
His tattooed fingers tighten around mine, and his jaw clenches slightly before he quickly relaxes it. When he leans over to whisper in my ear, I reach up and grab the lapel of his suit jacket. I’m not sure why I do it, other than I want to touch him. To feel his heat and keep smelling his crisp, manly scent.
“Can I take you up to my room? Or do you want to keep teasing me with your body on the dance floor?”
A shiver runs through me, and I can’t help but smile at that comment. Was he turned on while I was dancing?
“How do I know you’re not going to kill me?” I ask with a raised brow.
It’s a legit question. Just because it’s a hotel room doesn’t mean it’s safe. And while this man might be here for business, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was for illegal business. At least if he is in the mafia, he doesn’t know my name. Total anonymity.
Something flashes in his eyes. “Well, at least I know you havesomeself-preservation instincts to at least ask questions.”
I glare up at him. “What the hell does that mean?”
His jaw tightens again. “It means you left the dance floor with a total stranger without telling any of your friends. And none of them have come looking for you. Which makes me concerned about what kind of friends they are.”
My head jerks back at the way he’s so accusing of my friends, but then, I remember I’m not actually here with anyone.
“I came by myself to dance. That’s allowed,” I say with a cheeky grin. “You’re here alone, it looks like. So why is it okay for you?”
He snorts, looking fully amused. “You got me there, baby doll. Although I came with people who have apparently ditched me for the night. For all I know,youmight murder me.”
That makes me laugh, and I swat his rock-hard chest. He winks and chuckles, taking a sip from his glass. “I promise you’ll be safe with me. You can call anyone on my speed dial and ask.”
Then he pulls his phone from his pocket and opens his contacts to his favorites.
Unable to keep myself from snooping, I take the device from him and scroll.
Cash.
Beckett.
Xander.
Jordyn.
Caleb.
Quinn.
Who the hell is Quinn?
“Is Quinn your girlfriend?” I ask.
Smirking, he reaches around and taps Quinn’s name, initiating a call.
I swear, I think my eyes pop out as I stare at the screen in total shock. Then it connects.
“Hello?” a woman answers.
“Quinn, tell this woman who you are to me,” he says.
