“That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”
She raised an eyebrow.“Does that pick-up line usually work?”
He laughed.“Sometimes.”
“Let me tell you, all you have to do is just smile and let your dimples out.Women will fall all over you.”
“How about you?Will you fall all over me?”
“See,” she teased.“Works every time.”
Again, he laughed.A couple came up to the bar and jostled them, causing Brendon to bump into her.She got knocked off her center of gravity, and he instinctively slid an arm around her to keep from falling.
“Than—”
“Cora,” a deep voice said as a hand suddenly took hold of her upper arm and pulled her away from Brandon.
Blinking in surprise, she looked up at Hades.“What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same.”He gave a dark, pointed look to Brandon, who took his drink and melted into the crowd.
“Hey,” she objected.“I was talking with him.”
Hades held onto her as he walked from the overheated bar into a private staircase.He didn’t say anything, only dragged her along behind him.They reached a door that had a keypad and he opened it with a code, tugging her inside.When it clicked shut, he gently pushed her against it, then brought his body flush against her.The position had her heart racing, and she definitely felt his hard cock straining against his pants.
“Now tell me what you’re doing here.”
“What’s it look like I’m doing?I’m dancing.”Trying hard not to think about you.“Are you following me?”
“No,” he said dryly.“I should be asking you that.I own this club.”
“Oh,” she said as she stared up at him.Little jolts of pleasure raced up her arm from his touch.“Well, I didn’t know that.It’s a nice club.”
“What did you think you were going to do with that man who was trying to pick you up?”
“I was hoping he would pick me up.”
He scowled.“Why?Men like that only use women.”
“Pot.Kettle.”
“I didn’t use you.I told you exactly what was going to happen.”
“How do you know Brendon wasn’t going to do the same?”
Hades cupped the back of her neck.“Don’t ever say his name again.If you need an itch scratched then it’ll be me scratching it.”
She searched his face.“What do you mean?”
A slow smile stretched across his lips.“You heard me.”
Her breath hitched.“What happened to one night only?You were very clear last weekend.”
“Forget what I said last weekend.I haven’t fucked you out of my system yet.”
“Wow, that is a horrible pick-up line.”
His gaze roamed over her face, lingering on her lips.“I’ve thought about you all week.”
