The server returns, dropping off a dark purple cocktail for Cashmere. He sips it, glancing around and avoiding my gaze.
“I’m sure you can find other people to fuck,” he finally says.
“Sure, but I don’t want other people.”
“Maybe I’d disappoint you.”
I laugh at that. “We both know that isn’t true. You might ruin me though.”
He turns his gaze on me, his lips curling in amusement. “Yes, I would. I’m only protecting you.”
I put my hand on his wrist. “I don’t need protecting. I’m a big boy. I can handle your corruption.”
His gaze heats even as he slowly withdraws his arm from my reach. “No touching. Club rules.”
Fuck. He drives me wild. I’d break every rule and law just to have one night with him.
Cashmere licks his lips after taking a sip of his cocktail. I don’t say anything, because words don’t work on him. I’mhoping my consistent interest might wear him down. Fuck knows I spend a shitload of money here in an attempt to earn his attention.
I refuse to believe it’s all about the money though. There are a lot of men here who would willingly throw cash at him, but he chooses me every time. He’s got a wall around him, but I’m patient. I’ll tear it down brick by brick.
“I should go,” he says.
“No, you should stay.”
“But the other customers?—”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I growl. “I’m here.”
He snaps his gum, staring me down with those sensual eyes. “You’re dangerous, Specter.”
“Not to you. You could get me to do anything you wanted.”
A slight smile tugs at his lips. “I know. That’s what makes you dangerous.”
Sensing he’s going to leave regardless of what I want, I pull out a wad of cash and press it into his hand, lingering over the momentary skin to skin contact, even if it is just our palms.
“I’ll be back tomorrow night.”
Cashmere nods, taking the cash and stuffing it into his bodysuit. “Good. I have something fun planned. I hope you like it.”
“I will. There’s no doubt about that.”
Cashmere leans across the table toward me, so close I can smell the fruity cocktail on his breath. There’s barely an inch of space between us, and it would be so easy to hook my hand behind his neck and pull him in for the kiss I want so damn bad. But he hovers there, his gaze roaming from my eyes to my lips and back again.
“Thanks for the drink, Specter. Have a nice night.”
He moves back before I can react, leaving me panting with my dick hard.
Jesus, this man is gonna be my fucking ruin.
CHAPTER 2
Colson (a.k.a. Cashmere)
“When areyou gonna put that poor man out of his misery?” Darcy grins at me, waggling his eyebrows. “He’s so stuck on you.”
“He can get in line with the rest of them.” I lean on the bar, yelling to Toni, the bartender, for another drink. I wouldn’t normally buy my own, but I’m in no mood to work the crowd tonight. Thankfully, Specter left right after I walked away. He does that. When my attention is gone, so is he.
