One Night of Trouble(17)

“That’s not all I want.”

Brett’s guard shot up, especially when she saw the intensity hardening his chiseled features. “What else, then?”

“I want you to show me a wild time.”

The demand triggered a jolt of uneasiness. “I told you, I don’t party anymore,” she said firmly.

“I don’t want to party. I just want to have some fun.” Something she couldn’t decipher flickered through his expression. “All I ever do is follow the rules.” He shrugged. “I’m in the mood to break some.”

Hunger, she realized. It was hunger flashing in his eyes. And seeing it only heightened her reluctance. “I’m not sure I can help you with that.”

His hand was on her cheek again, but not gentle this time. Rough fingertips did a seductive sweep over her skin, grazing her bottom lip. “I’m not asking you to snort coke or streak through Boston Common with me. I just want… Hell, I just want to be the man I was last night. The man I was with you.”

Some of her caginess dissipated. “You mean, the man who bossed me around and gave me the best orgasms of my life?” A tiny smile broke free. “If that’s all you want, then I think I can get on board with that.”

With a pleased nod, he grasped her chin and brought her mouth to his.

The kiss was deep and forceful. Dominating. And just like last night, she was instantly sucked into his seductive spell, losing herself in the firmness of his lips and the greedy strokes of his tongue. Everything about this man drove her wild, from his heady masculine scent, to the scrape of his stubble on her cheek. She was addicted. Goddamn addicted.

Somehow, she managed to wrench her lips away, breathing hard as she recovered from that toe-curling kiss. “I have to get to work,” she told him. “I can’t be late.”

AJ swiftly rose to his feet, pulling her up with him. “What time are you done?”

As he spoke, he lightly caressed her cheek again, as if he couldn’t go a single second without touching her. Brett had zero complaints about that. Every time those big, warm hands connected with her skin, it felt like her entire body was engulfed by flames.

“We close at nine. But if it’s dead, I’m usually out of there by eight.”

“Come to the club when you’re finished.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a command. But she wasn’t complaining about that, either. She was discovering that his dominance was as addictive as his touch.

“Use the staff door in the back of the building,” he added. “Hit the intercom and tell the security guy you’re there for me. I’ll make sure he knows I’m expecting you.”

His smoldering look told her precisely what he planned on doing to her when she got there.

She gulped. “Okay. I’ll be there.”

“Good.” AJ dropped a quick kiss on her lips before heading for the door, but when he reached the threshold, he stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “And Brett?”

“Yeah?”

A darkly wicked note entered his voice. “Don’t wear any panties.”





Chapter Six

Thanks to AJ’s parting words, Brett had a bitch of a time concentrating at work. Which probably wasn’t something her clients would be thrilled to know, seeing as tattooing required patience and infinite concentration. One blunder could affect a person’s entire life, whether it was a slip of the hand or one misspelled word. And sure, laser tattoo removal was commonplace nowadays, but Brett refused to put any of her clients through the process because of a careless mistake on her part.

So although her brain was in full-blown AJ mode, she’d forced herself to focus on making art and not think about how badly she wanted to have sex with him again.

By the time eight o’clock rolled around, the shop had emptied out, much to her delight. Once she’d finished touching up a back piece for her last client, she left her station and settled behind the front counter in the main room, doodling on a sketch pad as she waited for walk-ins. The monotonous buzzing behind the curtain of Rob’s workspace served as a soundtrack for her sketching. She loved everything about working at the studio. The people, the smell of ink, the soothing sound of the tattoo gun.

But she’d love it even more if she were the one in charge, and not just another employee for her big brother to order around.

She lifted her head and glanced at the computer screensaver, which displayed a bright blue bubble flashing the current time. Eight ten. Argh. She couldn’t take off until Rob gave her the okay, but she was dying to leap out of her chair and drive straight to Sin. She squirmed in her chair as she watched the minutes tick by, all the while keeping a constant vigil on the door and praying that nobody walked in demanding a last-minute consultation. The rule of thumb at Conlon Ink was to never turn a client away. Even if someone showed up five minutes to closing, Brett was expected to stay as late as necessary in order to tend to the customer.