How many special ops had he participated in over his near decade with the Black Guard? Not once had he felt as nervous as he did then. Frozen where he stood, he contemplated calling Mason again but refused for the man to see him in such a state.
It was bad enough Mason knew too much as it was.
He pushed away from the brick wall in the shadows and ambled closer, before he lost the nerve.
“Lovely night, isn’t it?” the huge alpha doorman murmured as he neared.
“Sure is,” Dash replied, hoping he didn’t look as terrified as he felt. “I’m hoping for somenaughty fun.”
The doorman narrowed his eyes, glaring.
Fuck… did I get it wrong?
“Can you say that again?” the doorman asked. The arrogant cock of his head sent warning bells ringing in Dash’s mind.
“Uhhh…Naughty fun?”
The doorman sighed. “Move along.”
Dash frowned. “I’d like to go inside.”
“Inside what?”
“Inside…the Lucky Dragon.”
“Piss. Off.Guard.”
Dash squared his shoulders. He pulled a fifty out of his wallet and offered it to the man. Money was often the universal password. “I’mnota member of the Guard, and I’m going inside that club tonight. Right?”
The doorman dragged him closer, pinning him against the wall. He slammed his chest against Dash’s. Dash sucked in a breath after having it knocked from his lungs.
“You’re looking for somenaughty fun, are ya?” The big alpha caressed the side of Dash’s face. “You want naughty? I can be naughty.”
Dash calmly slid his hand into his pocket for the retractable club he’d carried for protection, holding the man’s gaze.
“You think you can handle me, sexy? Or would my big dick rip you open?” The man chuckled, his breath scented with liquor and cigarettes. “As uptight as you seem, I’d wager the second.”
“Who said I was a bottom?” Dash whispered, his fear dissipating. He slowly smiled. This was the kind of situation he was trained to handle.
Handle it, he would.
Before he could extend the club, a voice rang out near them.
“He’s with me.”
Dash’s head whipped in the direction of that familiar voice, his body tightening. He locked eyes with none other than Emerson Walker.
Fuck.
Of course Emerson would be there that night of all nights.
The doorman released him, taking three steps back. Dash stumbled a bit and used the wall at his back to keep him on his feet. Emerson slid closer and steadied him. Dash yanked his arm away, glaring. Just his luck that the one alpha he wanted to avoid would show up and send him into a tailspin.
Emerson stared at him a few seconds before turning his attention to the doorman. He stepped between them, nose to nose with the big guy who no longer looked all that big in comparison to Emerson.
“Sorry,”the doorman said. He swallowed before forcing a smile. The hard look had left his eyes, and it had been replaced with what appeared to be concern. “Had I known he was with you, Em, I wouldn’t have roughed him up.”
“Well, he is,” Emerson growled, his voice deeper. “No one here touches him.”
