Page 26 of Taming Scarlet

I felt nothing, though, as she moved a little closer, smelling my aftershave.

Across the room, my gaze was on Scarlet as she turned, looking back.

Searching for me?

When her gaze found me, her eyes went immediately to the woman, then… hardened.

Hardened?

That was an interesting reaction.

But then she was moving away from her girls, and walking onto an area being used as a dance floor.

It took five seconds for a man to come up behind her, plastering his front to her back, his arm going possessively around her belly.

“You’re gorgeous,” I told her, because she was. And because it took balls to approach a man like she had. “But I’m actually working,” I said, nodding toward Scarlet.

The blonde turned, gaze following mine.

“Lucky girl,” she murmured. “Well, I’m here if you ever aren’t working,” she said before moving away.

Across the room, Drea was on some man’s lap, his hand pushing up the hem of her skirt.

Di was chatting up a woman in a red dress.

But I barely spared either of them a glance.

They weren’t my concern, aside from making sure no one was actively hurting them.

Scarlet was my focus.

My gaze moved back.

As the man swayed with her, his hand started inching up her belly, toward her breast.

I knew this was a sex club.

I knew that, objectively, the girls hadn’t come here just to watch.

They seemed to forever be chasing different experiences.

It wasn’t my place to tell them, not even Scarlet, that she couldn’t live her life how she saw fit.

Still, as that man’s hand closed over her tit, a growl moved through me.

And I was storming across the club, reaching for Scarlet’s hip, and yanking her away from him and against me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she snapped as the guy shook his head at me, likely thinking that I shouldn’t have brought my woman to a sex club if I was the sort to get jealous.

And I got it.

This wasn’t my first time in a place like this.

It wasn’t a place you brought a woman you wanted to yourself.

I understood the rules.

Which was why my reaction to a man with his hands on Scarlet made no sense.

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