Well, I’d do anything at this point—including use my body, in whatever way necessary. It would be worth it. I needed this shit to end.
I managed to get on the elevator without a hitch. The guy standing guard in the lobby was having a smoke at the open door, just eyeballing the space, and he nodded me up. Lucky break.
Unfortunately, the next guy, standing outside Murdering Ronn’s office door, wasn’t inclined to be so easy.
He was a huge, dark, scary-looking guy, with a heavy brow and hooded eyes, so he was kind of hard to read in the semidarkness. And he had a scar like a knife slash crisscrossing his forehead and right cheek, like a sideways V. “What do you want, chica? Boss is pretty busy tonight.”
“Yeah, I figured. I just really need to talk to him, ya know? After what happened…” I let the sentence hang.
“Heard about that. Didn’t see it. How bad do you want it, to talk to the Boss? Why don’t you talk to me first? I think maybe I can help you out, fix that little itch I heard about.” His left cheek raised in a dark smirk, his eyes still half-closed. He stepped closer to me, putting his hands on my waist, and let his gaze drift down to my cleavage, which was showing pretty nicely in the low droop of my top. He slowly ran his hands up, cupping my breasts and giving them a squeeze before stopping at my shoulders. He put on downward pressure, forcing me to my knees, and drawled, “Get ready to suck for your life, chica. Make it good.”
I closed my eyes for a moment, steeling myself for the inevitable, and reminded myself of the greater purpose. I could do this. I was prepared to do this, but it sure didn’t feel good. I choked down a swallow. By this time, he had one hand on top of my head, holding me in place, while the other undid his belt buckle. I watched that hand, not wanting to meet his eyes, not wanting him to see my thoughts or my anger.
Just then, the elevator doors opened again, and Dom was there in the hallway. He stopped when he saw us in front of the Boss’s office door and took in the situation. He scowled and nearly shouted in his deep, gritty baritone, “Loco, get your fucking hands off her. Goddamnit, I am not doin’ this twice in one fucking night. Step the fuck away.”
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.