He snorted, then said something else, but I didn’t hear him.
A tall, lean figure moving out on the dance floor had caught my eyes. He’d emerged from the shadows and I hadn’t seen him. My heart skipped a beat. I steadied my breathing and mentally prepared a little exit strategy.
Those few precious seconds saved me from doing something stupid.
Arik wasn’t alone.
He had a woman with him.
One I knew.
She was a regular here at the club. She was pretty and funny and nice.
She was also a submissive. More of a traditional 'yes, Sir' one.
Not like me.
As Arik led her off to the area where some of the private rooms were, my throat went tight.
I closed my hand tighter around the stem of my wine glass, and told myself that it didn't matter. We hadn't made any promises to each other.
Then why the hell did my chest hurt so badly?