Alessio pulled his phone out and made the call as Matteo got up and went to the bar.
I took the opportunity to message Rosalie.
Klaus: Did you know that a single cloud can weigh about 550 tons?
I sat and waited for her reply. My phone buzzed a moment later, making me smile. She’d sent me another picture, a quizzical look on her pretty face. She was working and must have taken time away to reply to me.
I really liked that she cared enough to.
Rosalie: Sounds like that’s why when it rains, it pours
I smiled at her text, but didn’t get a chance to respond because Matteo turned things back to business.
It was just as well.
Maybe I’d see her soon.
I’d putRosalie’s name on every list in every club I could in town. In the event she decided to go out, she’d be able to go inside where she could be safe and have a good time.
I’d never done that for anyone before, and I didn’t even know if a club was something she’d go to, but I wanted all bases covered.
It was why, on that particular Saturday night, I wasn’t upset about doing the weekend club tour for Matteo.
Alessio and I often took turns making sure things were running smoothly. It was my turn, and I was in the last place of the night.
Blades.
A club that Matteo owned that pulled down a hefty sum of money, even on weekdays. It was one of the hottest places in the city.
I sat in the VIP booth, finishing a meeting with the manager, who always looked like he was going to piss his pants.
“If the books are off by even a penny this month, I will pay you a visit,” I said, staring him down.
“Y-Yes, sir, Mr. Seeley. E-Everything will be perfect.”
I gestured for the little weasel to fuck off in any general direction that wasn’t in my space. He scurried off like his feet were on fire.
I finished my drink and got to my feet, ready to go back to my place and stare at the city through my window. At the balcony in the club, I looked down at all the people dancing and having a good time.
Nothing remarkable was happening, but then I saw a flash of red and zeroed in on it.
Hummingbird.
I stood frozen, watching as she danced in a tight little red dress that made my breath catch. Men approached her, danced on her, but she didn’t seem to care. Sure, she danced back, but it was clinical fun.
I backed away from the balcony and went to the dance floor. It only took me a moment to reach her. People slid away from me, knowing who the fuck I was.
I placed my hands on her hips and danced against her. The girl could move, and it was affecting me. We danced together through the rest of the song before she turned in my arms to face me.
I smirked down at her, wondering what she’d say to me.
“I should have known it was you,” she said, her voice loud as she went up on her tiptoes. I leaned down to hear her.
I smiled at that and put my lips to her ear.
“You just love turning up in places you shouldn’t be, don’t you?”
“Maybe.” She danced away from me without another word, her sexy-as-fuck hips swaying. People continued to keep their distance from me.
