Page 19 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

Nathan’s face darkened like the sky filling up with storm clouds. Very interesting. Olivia was back before I could ask why he was angry.

“Let’s go in. I want to get this done and over with.” Nathan marched away, dragging Olivia along behind him. He had no redeeming features. So why did he interest me? Was my shit guy meter so broken that it was pointing me to the next worst possible man available?

Then again, he called a personal doctor, went to the hospital with me, and made sure I was cared for before he left. I’d also done some research while I was lying around and found that Nathan had his hand in many things, including charitable organizations. I hoped it was out of the goodness of his heart and not to create a cover for something more nefarious.

The bouncer opened the door for us as we got close, and as soon as I stepped inside, the heat and music transported me to a new world. Sheers flowed along the walls, and half-naked men in leather held out trays of food and drinks. I waved them off as I followed along, feeling like a dog at his heels. A strong urge had me wanting to push Olivia aside and take his arm instead, but that was never going to happen. I hated that my libido and emotions were giving me these ridiculous ideas.

I needed to get over whatever the hell this was. He’d been like a virus, slowly taking over since last night. I wasn’t adding falling for a mafia Don’s son to the list of mistakes in my life.

Large pillars with white sheers created a wall in front of us, but as we pushed through, I understood the entire theme. It was dark, mysterious, sexy, and very posh. It was Nathan.

This was not your average strip club. Marble lined the floors, and tall white pillars stood floor to ceiling, creating a circle like a Roman colosseum. Between each pillar, a girl danced while suspended in the air from colorful material. I’d seen ribbon work before, but not like this and not naked. Each table was a booth that provided privacy and yet a perfect view of the dancers. The center of the floor had four men dressed like they’d stepped right out of Gladiator, fighting with swords. Their yells and clangs of metal were loud enough to hear over the music. I couldn’t stop staring. Aside from the fact that I’d never been a strip club girl, this place was incredible.

Waitresses walked past and nodded to Nathan but didn’t flirt or bat their eyes, which I wasn’t expecting. I would’ve thought for sure they would be panting at his feet and hanging onto his legs.

Nathan stopped walking, and I came an inch from slamming into the side of his body. His eyes flicked down to me, a little smirk playing on his lips.

“Sir, would you like a drink?” One of the waitresses stopped and offered. He shook his head, no, and she turned to leave, but Olivia grabbed her arm.

“Hey, what about me?”

Nathan snatched her wrist, and she immediately let go of the server. “Don’t ever lay a hand on my staff, or you will be thrown out on your ass,” he snarled, surprising me further.

Nathan Mikhailov was a contradiction to everything I thought he would be, except for his domineering personality.

The server turned and offered Olivia a drink, but she waved her glittering nails at the tray. “No thanks, I don’t want one now.”

“I’ll have one, thank you,” I said, grabbing a drink even though I had no intention of taking a sip. I hated people who tried to humiliate others. Olivia glared at me while the server handed me a napkin and walked away.

“Oh! Kylie is here. I’m going to go join her,” Olivia said and ran off.

“I’m shocked.”

“About?”

“This is not what I was expecting.”

We walked past two guards standing at the bottom of stairs that led up to a posh VIP section with large couches and a private bar. Nathan held out his hand to one of the couches, and I paused, looking at the leather. “Do I want to know how many people you’ve had sex with on this thing? Am I going to have to sterilize myself when I stand up?”

Nathan smirked and leaned close to my ear. “I never mix my personal life and business.”

“So you never taste the….” I looked at a naked woman with a tray on her shoulder as she walked past. “Wares of your place?”

“I live by the motto that you should never dip your cock where you do business. Besides…I’ve recently developed a taste for smartass federal agents.” His breath fanned my ear, and I suddenly wanted to strip naked. “I’ll happily take you to a back room, but never on the couch. No one gets to see you naked but me.”

Holy hell, this man was more than I bargained for, and if I had any sense, I would leave town and never come back.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

NATHANIEL

It was subtle, but I could feel the shift in Savannah like she was the evening tide. She was trying very hard not to be affected by me. She didn’t even bat an eyelash at my comment. Her issue was that her pulse and skin gave her away, and I was very attuned to both.

“What do you say, Savannah? How about I take you to the office instead of doing this questioning dance?” She tilted her head slightly toward me, her lips so close for the taking. “Just say the word.”

“I’d rather chew on glass than sleep with you again. Can we get this done and over with so I can go home,” she said, her eyes snapping with a fire that seemed to burn in her all the time.