She is quiet for a moment, whispering something into the background, but I can’t hear it over the noise of the club.
“I’m your sister-in-law. Are you okay?” she asks.
He chuckles, his eyes watching me as I stare at him in stunned silence. “I’m fine, Quinn. Other than you and Xander ditching me at this club.”
Ah,that’swho he was with. His brother and sister-in-law. So he wasn’t just here by himself looking for a hook-up.
“Can you tell this beautiful woman sitting next to me that she is safe with me?”
My face burns, and I’m so glad the person on the other end of the phone can’t see me because I might actually burst into flames. He basically just told his sister-in-law that he’s picking up a woman for a one-night stand. Thank goodness I’m never going to meet her; I’d never be able to look her in the eye.
“Any woman would be safe with you,” Quinn replies, and even though it’s loud in here, I hear the genuineness in her voice.
“Are you done talking to my tired, pregnant wife? I’m trying to put her to bed,” a man barks in the background.
I glance up at the hot guy beside me and laugh when he shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “Goodnight, you two.”
After he taps the end button, he studies me. “There are still several other people in there you can call.”
I knew the second I looked over at this man, when he repeated my name after the bartender, that he wouldn’t hurt me. Maybe it’s my familial intuition, or maybe it’s the way he looks at me, but whoever this man is, I’m safe with him.
“I don’t need to call anyone else. Let’s go.”
CHAPTER 5
Kian
I wantto spank her and fuck her at the same time.
Jesus Christ.
This sexy little purple-haired glitter bomb of a woman took a stranger at her word and is now trusting that I won’t kill her. She needs someone looking after her; she doesn’t seem to be making the best choices.
People go missing in cities like this. Hell, my family is probably responsible for half the men who have suddenly disappeared from Las Vegas. She should know how dangerous coming to a club like this alone can be. Even if she is young.
Fuck. She’s at least twenty-one, right? Just because she got in here doesn’t mean she didn’t use a fake ID.
“How old are you?” I ask before I stand to lead her out of the club to go to my room.
“Twenty-five. You?” she asks with a challenging smirk.
I study her face closely, looking for any tiny reaction that would tell me she’s lying, but there’s nothing to find. Her question hits me, and I remember why I ended up in this club in the first place.
“Thirty-eight,” I answer with a smug smile. “Too old for you, baby doll.”
Her pupils dilate, and her lips part slightly as she shakes her head. “No, you’re not. Age is just a number.”
I’ve fucked a lot of women in my life, some who were into the same kinky shit I’m into and some who weren’t. It’s always been easy to tell when they weren’t really into it, even if they tried. But this girl… She liked it when I called myself Daddy. I have no doubt, if I had reached between her legs, she would have come within seconds. Unfortunately for her, I’m too fucking possessive to allow anyone to watch what’s mine, even if it is just for one night.
I straighten my suit jacket and look around, scanning the area around us before I hold out my hand for her. Even if Beckett is still here, fuck him. I’m sure he’s too busy finding a woman of his own to hook up with for the night.
“Come on, Ace.”
She stares at my palm, then slides her fingers into mine and rises. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck. Me.
My cock had finally settled down, and now I’m walking with a goddamn baseball bat in my slacks as we cross the hotel lobby.
