"Good." His eyes went dark with approval. "Anything you want more of next time?"
Next time. Her brain filed that under "Promises People Make After Good Sex" alongside "I'll call you" and "This changes everything." Men said a lot of things. Promises that felt binding in the moment and optional by a Tuesday lunch break.
"I'll let you know," April said. She reached into his pocket and pulled out her panties. "Trying to keep souvenirs?”
His eyebrow lifted, not stopping her. She stepped back and slid them on with all the dignity she could muster. “I’m not walking though a club without panties on.”
His mouth curved. "I have other ways of remembering."
April smoothed her dress. "I'm sure you do."
She looked at this man, who remained perfectly put together after everything, and decided it wasn't fair. Especially when shewas sure that, even after being put to rights, every man in the club would be able to tell exactly what she'd been up to.
She grabbed his tie, undid the knot, and looped it around her wrist. Her hand slid up to ruffle his hair, tousling the untouchable, then down his chest. "Now you're the one who looks ruined."
Dante smirked. "I am always happy to be ruined by you, principessa."
She took his hand and walked toward the door.
His men's eyes stayed on their cards.
[THE CUPCAKE COURT]
[11:36 PM]
Killian:She left.
Mateo:What happened?
Killian:We shut Chad down.
Arthur:Velvet rope. Policy document. Security.
Jax:That sounds... good?
Liam:She looked furious.
Mateo:Not at Chad. At us.
Caleb:Why?
Arthur:She didn’t ask for that.
Jax:oh fuck
Jax:we did the thing
Jax:we spoke for her
Mateo:Merda.
Jiro:Where is she?
Killian:Don’t know. She walked away.
Caleb:Should we look for her?
Arthur:No.
