The Hunter(34)

“I own this club, Issy. The manager called and asked for assistance because it got incredibly busy unexpectedly and he was short staffed and worried that we only had one bouncer on duty, just in case anything kicked off.”



“You own this bar?”



“That’s what I said.”



“Oh.” That still doesn’t explain why he muscled in on a situation that you had under control. A situation that is none of his business. “You still had no right to make a scene. Unless dancing is against house rules?”



“Don’t be facetious, Issy.”



“Well, I can understand why you came down here, Lucas. I can’t understand why you physically assaulted someone for dancing with me.”



“I didn’t assault him for dancing with you,” he said simply.



“Oh so you assaulted him for trying to kiss me? Not that it is any of your business, but I was in the process of saying no and was about to push him away when you took matters into your own hands.” I felt my anger threatening to reignite at his audacity.



“I just saw him trying to kiss you and I had to stop him. Sorry, if you had it under control.” He looked anything but sorry.



I closed my eyes, trying to comprehend what had happened. “Lucas, I don’t understand why you would assault someone for trying to kiss me.”



“I didn’t want him to kiss you,” he said, looking at me as though that was obvious.



“Why on earth not?”



“Don’t be obtuse, Issy.”



My anger returned with a vengeance and I shot up, barreled into him and hit his chests with my fists. It was like hitting a slab of rock.



He stood impassively, seemingly oblivious to my actions and it further kindled my rage.



“I don’t know what you are playing at but stay the hell away from me; I never want to lay eyes on you ever again.” I hissed up at his face.



That did it. His mask of control slipped. His jaw clenched and his blue eyes darkened swiftly and dangerously. His hand shot out and grasped the back of my head, twisting into my hair. Then he kissed me. His lips and his hands crushed me into him. I could feel his anger and I was determined not to respond. Then the nature of his kiss changed and his lips felt soft and tender against mine. The change caught me unaware and I realized that his tongue had begun to seduce the inside of my mouth, stroking my tongue lazily. I moaned and felt my resolve vanish. I responded in earnest with my own tongue and then thrust my hands into his rock star styled hair.



He broke the kiss but he did not release my lower lip. He then ran his tongue along it. I shivered. Oh my god, I bet he could make me come just by doing that.



“Lucas -”



“Shhh,” he kissed the corner of my mouth. “I like your hair. It is incredibly sexy. I think I finally know what we should do next and I am not doing it here.”



“What … Oh,” I sighed, comprehension dawning. “Is that a good idea?”



He smiled and kissed the end of my nose. “Worried about your sex ban? I won’t tell anyone.” He chuckled softly.



“No, I am more worried about afterwards. I would really like to work on your mini Dakota project, Lucas.”



“Issy, I promise you that this will make no difference to that. The contract is yours.”



“Easy to say now, you may feel differently once you have had your wicked way with me. I may feel differently about you.”



He tensed and his eyes darkened dangerously. “I just gave you my word, Issy. I do not go back on my word. I do not tell lies - ever.”



I gulped and he watched the movement of my throat and closed his eyes before continuing. “Look at how you fear me now. I actually do hope that you feel differently about me afterwards.”



“I don’t fear you, not really. I just never know where I am with you. It’s like one rough ride.”



The corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptively. “You haven’t experienced it yet but yes, I do like it rough.”



Holy fuck! Could this man be any hotter? To hell with the contract - I can get other contracts. I will only have one night with this sex god.



He appeared to take my lack of outward response as a sign that I was still dubious. “Okay, if I don’t give you the contract which I estimate to be worth around $250,000, I will give you half a million dollars instead. You have my word.”



What? Did he just say what I think he said? I stared at him open mouthed.



“I didn’t get where I am today by throwing money away, Issy. There is no way that I would cancel your contract anyway but now that it a cast iron guarantee.”