And this is also my trial run. You know... since her finding me on a semi-permanent bender and offering me a lifeline didn't exactly inspire a lot of confidence.
I push down my self-loathing as I shove yet another person out of the way.
Plenty of insults comparing me to a dog and reproductive organs are hurled back at me for my efforts. I can't say I blame them.
I would have probably said the same damn things.
Not hurling anything back is the only apology they get from me. Lucky for them, the only person I want to knife right now is my asset.
I can see where he's heading now.
A roped-off section with another bouncer, this one clean cut and with a palpable edge of danger. I don't think I could take him in a fair fight.
It's hot as hell.
Now I'm the one letting my eyes roam over him.
Instinct requires I find his weapons first, but then I get to enjoy the cut of his suit, the corded muscles of his neck, and as I look back up to his face, the completely biteable lips. His eyes are just finishing up their own assessment of me and there's an answering appreciation and heat in his gaze.
It's been far too damn long since I had a hard fuck.
I'm not sure if I'm happy or annoyed that I don't get by this time without a pat down.
Okay, more annoyed. I fucking delight in being armed.
That said, it looks like this job comes with some benefits. He takes his time finding my weapons, being especially careful to ensure there's nothing hiding in my bra, between my legs, or on the plentiful globes of my ass.
As if anything would fit there.
I don't even have to pretend to pant as a distraction; he gets that honest, but he still misses the same weapons the other guy did.
Four whole knives.
I'll be sure to let my tailor know she's a rockstar.
He stores my confiscated weapons in a locker and hands me a key, spending just a moment too long running his fingers over my palm.
It sends a fizzle of pleasure right down to my core, and I clench my thighs in response.
He smirks when he notices, then nods at the woman behind him to move aside the ornate barrier that's keeping the plebs out. It's useless, of course, but few people would make it through the two of them.
He tosses his head toward the VIP area instead of speaking to us, which is a disappointment. I'd really like to know if his voice is as alluring as he looks.
Unfortunately, it's the woman who speaks. "She would eat you alive, Jin."
He grunts and just keeps on looking at me like he wants to eat me.
Please, please do, my gaze tells him.
The woman rolls her eyes and adds more to convince him. "This one doesn't want the picket fence, you idiot. You'd never know where you stand."
Damn, sis. Way to call a girl out. I raise an eyebrow at her, but since I'm not one to lie, I can't say much.
Love is dicey business, and I jump ship at the first glimmer of it in someone's eyes. My mom loved my dad, and where did that lead her? That's right. Dishonorable discharge and the bottom of a bottle.
The woman's not the first person to point out how emotionally stunted I am. In my defense, it's not that I'm completely opposed to settling down. I've just never met a man who could handle me.
I honestly don't think he exists.
