“If you’re here to ruin my mood then please leave.” He sipped his drink and then stood. “I’m going to take a leak. Try not to scare anyone away.”
He walked toward the private bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror. Maybe he was losing his mind. There was nothing special about Donna Smith. The attraction was inside him, not her. She was a blonde, and he loved fucking blondes. Something told him she was different from all other women.
Women are whores, and you’ll do well to remember that.
His fighting mentor would scream that at them whenever a groupie was near them. Women were a bunch of distractions men had to deal with. They were only good for one thing and that was being a place to stick their dick.
“You’re thirty-five fucking years old. Get a fucking grip.”
She was twenty-three years old. Donna was twelve years his junior and way too innocent for this lifestyle. He made deals with crooks, criminals, drug dealers, and whores while Donna didn’t do anything beside work.
Running a hand down his face, he exited the bathroom and went back to sit in his chair.
“Are you done now?” Henry asked.
Shaking his glass for a refill, Caleb ignored his friend. Keeping his eye on the door, he waited for Donna to enter.
For the next thirty minutes she didn’t turn up. He had her address and would go and hassle her there if it wasn’t for the risk of the cops getting involved. Plenty of the police force was on his payroll, but he wasn’t going to let them know of his interest in Donna.
“I guess she’s not turning up, boss.” Henry stood. “I’m going to test out the goods next door.”
He watched Henry walk away then focused his attention on the club. Men and women were grinding together on the dance floor. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of blonde hair. Standing up, he stepped closer to the rail, and there she was, sitting at the bar. She must have arrived when he went to the bathroom. Buttoning up his shirt, he saw a man was trying to talk to her.
Caleb didn’t like anyone touching what was his. He paused at the sudden thought. During all of his time with his women, he’d never once been interested in who else they fucked. He used a condom and forced them to get checked at the hospital.#p#分页标题#e#
Walking down the steps he kept his gaze on the man.
When he was a foot away from her, he was able to hear them.
“No, really, I don’t want to dance. I’m here to meet someone,” Donna said. She wore a black dress, one he was sure she wore to a funeral rather than out at a club.
“Baby, I don’t see anyone waiting for you. Come on, I can take you for a spin on the dance floor.” He reached out to touch her.
Seeing the other man’s hand on her body filled Caleb with rage. No one got to touch her but him.
Stepping up close, he grabbed the man’s hand and twisted it. He didn’t give a fuck if he broke the guy’s wrist. Men needed to learn not to touch what was his.
“Caleb,” Donna said, squeaking his name.
“I suggest you find a woman of your own and stay away from mine. This is my club, my woman.”
“You’re Caleb?” the man asked.
“Yes.”
The fear was instant in the other man’s eyes. Caleb didn’t care.
“I’m gone.”
“Good.” He waited for the other guy to go before turning back to her.
“You didn’t need to do that,” she said.
“Did you want him touching you? Forgive me. I didn’t think you were the kind of woman to want anyone touching her.” He took a seat as she gasped.
“That was unfair and uncalled for. I’m only here because you asked me to be here.” She stood up. “If all you want to do is insult me then you can do that when I’m working.” She spun away.
He caught her hand and tugged her back. She fell against him, and he caught her, picking her up and placing her on her seat. “I’m not here to insult you. The bastard pissed me off thinking he could touch you.”
“I refused to dance with him. I was about to pull away from him when you arrived.” She clasped her hands together and averted her gaze.
“Look at me.”
Her blue eyes glanced back at him.
For several seconds neither of them spoke. She was beautiful and pure. Was that the draw? In all of his years he’d never been with a woman who was pure. Was she a virgin?
None of those questions would be answered tonight. He doubted she’d even allow him to kiss her.
“I’m here. What do you want?” she asked.
What was going through that head of hers?
“I’ll buy you a drink.” He signaled for the waiter.