Loco actually followed the order, chuckling. When he reached us, Dom took my hand in his, pulled me up, and turned back around to the elevator bank, dragging me behind him like a fucking Neanderthal. He didn’t say a word to me; he didn’t even look at me.
“You makin’ a claim, Dom?” Loco called out.
“Looks that way, doesn’t it?” Dom grumbled back ambiguously.
“What the fuck, Dom?” I resisted. I had been so close! Despite the BJ near-miss (for which I was actually grateful), Dom was getting in the way of my scheme, and that was not okay. I needed to get into the office, not extracted away from it.
“Language, babe.” And he shook his head. It only made me angrier.
“Dom, you don’t get it. I got things to do, and they do not involve you. I do not need this shit right now.”
“Babe, yet again I find another man’s hands all over you tonight, and that shit stopped flyin’ about an hour ago. And you and your mouth keep goin’ off. I’ve taken about all I can take. So you are coming with me, and you will shut your fuckin’ mouth. Now shut. The fuck. Up.” Whoa. He was pissed.
The elevator doors opened and he stepped in, pulling me to follow. I crashed into his side, where he pinned me and reached in front to hit the Lobby button. We rode down in angry silence.
When we got down to the lobby, he let go of my side, snagging my hand like I was some little kid likely to wander, and strode swiftly through the club straight to the back rooms. I followed in acquiescence as best I could, not wanting to put on another public display.
Plus, I was just downright drawn to follow him. I loved his scent, his gorgeous big muscular body, his tight round ass. I really could do nothing but follow it. He lured me. And he didn’t even have to do anything special to get me. God, I was a goner.
As we got closer and closer to the private rooms, my body clicked in to what might be about to happen next, and my panties flooded in anticipation. If my mind’s plan wasn’t going to happen tonight, it looked like my body’s plan was. And it was absolutely psyched about it.
Chapter Four
Dom
By the time we finally got into one of the back rooms and I had hit the button to the side of the door that would show the room as occupied and give us uninterrupted privacy, I had gotten a lock on my anger at seeing her down on her knees in front of Loco. To some extent.
I was fucking mad as hell at Loco, but I could tell from his reaction to my outburst upstairs that he thought it was fucking funny to see me go off like that. He read me right, too. I was making a claim.
But she had pissed me off as well, putting herself in the lines of danger with Joey Ronn, Jonathan fucking Fielding, and now Loco on top of it. What the fuck was she thinking? And why was I all of a sudden feeling so goddamned protective of her? I couldn’t fucking stand to see any man’s hands on her, was what it boiled down to. So tonight, that shit ended. Bottom line.
It was time for us to get our shit sorted, since it was clear to me that my feelings for her had tipped beyond appreciation for her lap dances. It was like she was mine, and it was time she knew it and acknowledged it.
When I closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, she turned around in the middle of the room and looked at me. “So, what now, Dom? What do you want from me? You want a blow job? Huh? I can give you that. Make yourself comfortable, big guy. I’ll take care of you.”
Fuck. Bossy. And what the hell was wrong with her tonight? It was like she was asking to be taken advantage of, to be treated like some cheap whore, like it didn’t matter if it was Loco, or me. Man, did that piss me off. Because that’s not who she was. She was too special for that. And smarter than that. I knew it, and I knew she knew it. So this shit tonight? Did not compute.
There was something she was aiming at, and I couldn’t figure it out. I needed information, and there was only one way to get it.
“We gotta clear some shit up now, Sienna. I really don’t like what I’m seein’ and hearin’ from you, and you need to understand that I am not cool with it. Whatever you got goin’ on, babe, you need to tone it down. You askin’ to be raped, woman? ’Cause it’s damn near lookin’ like that. You’re playin’ with fire. I do not want to see you get burned. You hearin’ me?”
She looked down at her feet, took a moment, and nodded.
“Answer me, Sienna. Do you hear what I’m sayin’?”
“Yeah, Dom, I hear you.”
“I’m not going to stand around and let that happen. Okay? Whatever is going on, I’m not going to watch you burn. You need help, you ask me for it. You need protection, you got it. You have a problem, you come to me. I’m on your side. You understand me?”