As I make my way to her, she looks up and her eyes meet mine. In them, I can plainly see that she feels the same way. Before I can think twice about it, I stop in front of the bar and lean across to kiss her.
"That's very unprofessional of you," Olivia reminds me when I release her ponytail, which I'd grabbed without realizing it. Her eyes twinkle and her smile says she doesn't really give a shit. There was a time when she didn't want the other Dual employees to know about us. Favortism, sleeping with the boss, all that crap. But now, she doesn't care. Everybody knows I'm head over heels for her and I'm damn glad they do!
"Hell if I care," I say, taking her left hand and nipping her finger right above her wedding ring before I back off. It wouldn't do for me to have to get Ginger to fill in for an hour because I have to take my wife out to the parking lot for a good pounding.
Who am I kidding? I'd need more than an hour!
Olivia's right brow arches suggestively, like she knows exactly what I'm thinking, which turns me on even more.
My dick twitches.
As if she knows that, too, Olivia puts her head down and looks coyly up at me from beneath her lashes. "Down boy," she whispers in that throaty voice of hers.
For about ten long seconds, I seriously debate the wisdom of throwing her over my shoulder, consequences be damned, but I somehow manage to coral my wayward thoughts, bringing them back to the present situation and away from alone time with my wife.
I clear my throat. "How's everything going?" I ask, trying to be all boss when I'd much rather be all husband.
"Fine," she replies with a grin. Her grin dies and her brows lift as if she suddenly remembered something, which she must have. "Oh, Gavin wants you to come back to the office."
"What for?" I know I sound like a whiney asshole, but I don't want to see Gavin. I want to see Olivia.
Her grin returns. "His...friend is here."
"Oh." I glance back around the club and wonder at the odd energy that seemed to be zinging through the room when I came in.
"Cash," she begins, reaching over to lay her hand on mine. "Be careful."
I frown at her warning. "Why? Has something happened?"
"No. I just … he just seems … just be careful."
That managed to refocus my attention like nothing else can. Is Olivia in danger? Would Gavin bring someone into our midst that would hurt her? Does she feel threatened?
As though, for the third time, she can read every dark thought running through my mind, she laces her fingers with mine, paying no attention to the people surrounding us, and says, "I trust Gavin, but … well, you'll know when you meet him." She laughs lightly, relieving some of the tension that had tightened my fingers into clenched fists.
"I'll be back," I tell her, turning to walk straight back to the office.
I open the door to find Gavin in deep, seemingly serious conversation. Two sets of eyes turn immediately toward me and I know instantly why Olivia said what she said. The man sitting a few feet away, across from Gavin who is behind the desk, reeks of calm, cool, collected danger.
With his weird golden eyes on mine, he stands and offers me his hand.
"Jason King. You must be Cash."
I take his hand. His grip is firm and confident. Not that I expected anything less. I get the impression of bold confidence. And something deadly. Not "crazed killer" deadly. No, his eyes don't hold enough eerie hostility for that. I just get the feeling that if someone crossed this guy, he'd put 'em down. Plain and simple. No muss, no fuss, no questions asked. Black ops style and shit. That kind of deadly. That kind of dangerous.
I'd thought to myself once before that it would be doubtful for this man to use his own name, Jason King. After meeting him, I'm almost certain of it. Guys like this probably need aliases. Lots of them.
When Gavin said he was bringing in someone who could help us find out about Sophie, I expected someone with an edge, something like Gavin has only a little darker, but this guy … yeah, I'd say he has ways of getting information. Some pleasant ways. Some not-to-pleasant ways.
And yet, when his lips quirk into a small, dry "guy" smile, I get the feeling he'd rather not resort to violence if he doesn't have to. Even though he gives off danger vibes, I get the very clear indication that he's no threat to us. To me, to Olivia.
"Cash Davenport," I tell him, nodding and releasing his hand.
"How about we step outside?" Gavin suggests, tipping his head toward the door behind him, the one that leads to Sophie and Isabella.
"Good idea."
The three of us leave the office and turn right, heading toward the emergency exit, the alarm on which Gavin disables with his front door key. When the door is closed behind us, blotting out all but the heavy thump of the bass in the music, Jason turns to me.