“Old man? Look who’s talkin’!” he shouted. He laughed and limped back to the table so he could watch her as he recognized another classic tune. “Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’” by Journey—and then he remembered what a big Journey fan she was and how much she loooved this song.
“Damn,” someone off in the crowd said, and he wondered possessively if they were looking at Cassandra.
Jack had evidently picked up some dirty dancing moves from his cousin Ethan because he pulled Grace up against him so she straddled his thigh. He had a good tight grip on her hips as she ground against him. The man looked as though he was feeling like a king. He slid his hands up into her hair and pulled her close so she was nearly lip-to-lip with him.
Cassie was having a similar effect on Ivan, judging by the big shit-eating grin on his brother’s face as he held her backside to his front and then gripped her hands so she could grind and shimmy against him, rolling her hips with the sinuous beat of the song. The confident smile on her face and the way she arched her back made his dick sit up and take notice, especially when he caught a glimpse of her hardened nipples through the silky material of her dress.
The crowd was cheering for the dancers and entirely too many men were ogling his woman, but at least she had Ivan out there with her. It was clear by the sparkle in her eyes and the way she bit her lip that she was having a damn good time.
Several other ladies joined them, including Lydia and Veronica, until the floor was crowded mostly with women, and the energy in the room shifted and the party finally got into full swing.
He grinned when he glanced across the room and noticed Bill Resendez frowning at his ex-wife, his really hot ex-wife, while clutching the wrist of the young woman he’d brought with him. She tugged her arm, obviously wanting to join the ladies on the dance floor, and he wouldn’t allow it. The frown on Bill’s face made his jowls sag, reminding Samson of his old man.
Samson turned his attention back to lovely Cassandra and ignored the tingle in his groin as he watched her have fun with his brother.
Would she be game for other fun? Samson imagined her visiting Hazelle House with him one evening. She knew Bunny and Joseph and some of the others, so maybe she might take a chance and visit the BDSM club. Whether she’d be into what he enjoyed was another question. And there was Ivan to consider. Judging by her expression, she was enjoying being so close to him. But Ivan had made it clear in the past that he had no interest in Samson’s extracurricular activities.
First things first.
He could live without tying her up. He was sure he couldn’t walk away from her again.
Chapter Six
As the door swung closed on the eighties rock blaring from inside the Elks Lodge, Ivan held out his hand for her keys and said, “Where’s your car? I’ll drive you over, and Samson can follow in his truck. He and I rode over here from Morehead together.”
Cassie gave him the keys. “Okay.”
Once in the car, he moved the seat back, and she fiddled with the radio, finding a country station and turning it down low. The lingering scent of vanilla bean and buttercream filled the interior of the small sport utility vehicle, reminding him that, besides her coffee shop, she also specialized in wedding cakes. The SUV must double as her delivery vehicle.
Ivan said, “You’re really okay with going to the nightclub? I would imagine you had a long day today.”
Cassie shrugged. “I’m a night owl, no matter what time I have to get out of bed. I’d like to go…unless you’re tired.”
“Me? Nah, I’m fine.” His knees had loosened up a little, and so far he was holding his own on the dance floor, as long as he didn’t push it too much. “But I also haven’t been up as long as you. I know your place opens for the early morning crowd.” Her only reply was a shrug as he started her engine.
“I love it too much to complain. I’ll take a nap tomorrow to make up the lost sleep.” She gave him directions to the Dancing Pony nightclub, and he pulled out of the parking lot.
Ivan glanced at her, illuminated by the dashboard lights. “You enjoy taking care of people, feeding them and such?”
She grinned at him and nodded. “I love it. You get it, don’t you, Ivan? You’re lord and master of your domain, but that’s basically what you’re doing, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, sort of. When I’m not at Hermione Jones’s beck and call.”
Cassie snickered. “Hermione? Your boss’s name is Hermione?” She popped an eyebrow and said, “As an executive chef, you probably have a wide range of spices you use in your recipes. You know the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane, right?”