TWO
JONAS
She’s in a mood tonight,I immediately thought to myself the moment she stepped foot inside the room and the door shut behind her. I wondered for a moment if it was because for the third night in a row, I hadn’t been the one to escort her here.
Or did my bouncers say something to her?
Did someone make her uncomfortable?
My hands clenched tightly around my cell phone, and I needed to mentally force them to relax. I had been on a call and asked Dom and Brady to walk her to me. They were the security I trusted the most, but if they so much as looked at her, I wouldn’t bother Lucas with gauging their eyes out.
No, that would be a job I would be more than happy to do myself.
Katarina Ortega stepped forward and stopped. I had to do everything in my power not to stand and rush toward her.Kitty’s definitely up to something. I dragged my gaze down to the screen of my phone to make her think I was distracted, maybe too busy returning emails or some shit to acknowledge her, but it wasn’t that.
Not even close.
I was watching her stare at me through the cameras I had installed in this room. Kitty didn’t immediately walk over to the couch where I was sitting. Didn’t take the seat next to me that had her Kindle fully charged and ready like she’d been doing these last few months. And I didn’t like it. Something was definitely up.
Walking in and looking around like she didn’t know the place like the back of her hand. Watching me. Waiting for me to say something. To tell her to do my bidding.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I sat and stared at my cell phone even though everything inside of me wanted to order her to sit her perfect ass on my lap so I could read her favorite book to her.
Or ask her to dance for me. Watch up close and personal as that sexy, curvy, tantalizing body moved just for me before having her sit on me, straddle me with those luscious thighs I would more than happily use as earmuffs so that little pussy of hers could rub up against my length with a couple of layers of clothes between us.
But I didn’t say any of that.
I never said much.
Instead, I watched her on my screen as her brows furrowed with what I could only describe as unfettered frustration. Kitty crossed her arms over her chest and tapped those sexy-as-hell shoes she had on against the plush rug beneath her feet.
“If you’re busy tonight, I can leave,” she said with an attitude I’d only seen her give others, breaking the silence in the cozy room, all while getting me fucking hard. The fucker behind my slacks didn’t care about the slight pain when he pressed against the metal teeth of the zipper. I swallowed slowly to keep my composure.
I wouldn’t have guessed attitude would work me up like that, but fucking hell, everything about Kitty Ortega put me on edge, ready to hammer nails with my throbbing cock.
“Never too busy for you,” I said, setting the phone down next to my thigh. I sat on the couch with a look on my face that said I had all the time in the world.
And for Kitty, I did.
“Coulda fooled me,” she mumbled under her breath. My gaze narrowed. I took in every detail about her, and my mouth suddenly went dry.
She’d chosen a new lingerie set tonight.
Or at least new to me.
One I’d never seen before.
The little blue number she had on was sheerer than she normally wore. The pretty panty and bra set was something out of my fucking wet dreams. Kitty looked like a mouth-watering pinup doll with the royal-blue-trimmed bra with blood-red roses embroidered around the cups, sewn on to cover her nipples. Those same roses and greenery were sprinkled against the sheer material of her high-waisted blue-trimmed panties.
She looked like a goddess.
Mine,the beast inside of me growled.
The icing on the cake were the matching blue garters around her thick thighs connected to white, almost innocent sheer thigh-highs and matching blue shoes. The shoes were fucking gorgeous. Something she probably designed herself.
Not that she had any idea I knew about her little hidden talent for designing shoes and lingerie sets for dancers.
