Page 54 of Dirty Intentions

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Shane

After hanging up the phone with Joe, I had one thought. I was going to kill her. I’d asked for one simple thing. For Daniella to stay in her hotel room. But evidently, that was too much. And what the hell was she doing asking for Joe’s inventory forms? It occurred to me that I could’ve told him not to give her the paperwork, but I was too curious about why she wanted it to do that.

As if the night wasn’t already off to a busy start, I’d already had to have two people escorted out for being intoxicated and had been obliged to break up a cat fight. Added to that, Mr. Moneybags was in rare form, causing my staff to kiss his ass and that of his entourage. I had to remind myself he’d paid a hundred thousand dollars for the box suite and he tipped the girls, some of whom were quite happy to service him.

And now I had to go drag Daniella’s ass back. Joe had called back to inform me she hadn’t taken my advice and was now sitting at his bar. Fuck.

I walked in and noticed the place was packed, as were most bars now that it was close to midnight. Yet she stood out with her copper hair down her back and a lyrical laugh at something Joe was saying to her from behind the bar.

I wasted no time stepping up and settling my hands at her waist.

She instantly tensed, but then must’ve realized it was me.

Joe gave me a nod. “What’s up, Shane?”

“Busy night. You?”

“Same.”

“You ready?” I whispered in her ear.

“Actually, no. I think this beats spending New Year’s Eve by myself in my room.”

“How many has she had?”

Joe chuckled. “Only one, my friend. I think perhaps you met your match.”

“Indeed. Let’s go, Dani.” I used a tone which didn’t leave room for argument, and yet she was able to ignore it.

She spun around. “And if I’m not ready to go?”

“Then I can get you ready.” I let the implication settle and was relieved to see her smile.

“Well, then. In that case.” She turned saying goodbye to the bar manager. “Nice to meet you, Joe.”

I led her outside and down the sidewalk at breakneck speed, already hard at the thought of sneaking in a quickie with her before returning to the club. It was crazy to think this would be our third time today and yet I still hadn’t had enough.

“I’m going to sit in your hotel chair where you’ll ride me reverse cowgirl while I play with your ass. But after that, I need to get back to work.”

“You don’t have to do me any favors, you know. And you’re not my keeper. I went to bars by myself before I met you. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

I backed her up against the cold brick wall of the nearest building and let her feel my erection through the layers of clothing between us. “Point taken. Now am I taking you to your hotel room or leaving you here?”

My phone interrupted. “What?” I answered tersely.

“Moneybags is asking for you. Where are you?” Max’s voice came over.

“Shit. Give me two minutes.” I hung up, looking at Daniella and already feeling regret. “I need to get back to work.”

We both looked around when people started counting down. It only got louder as they got closer. “Five, four, three, two, one. Happy New Year.”

Our eyes locked. I didn’t miss the disappointment which flashed in hers when I pulled away, not even willing to give her a kiss when it hit midnight.

We walked in silence back to the hotel entrance where she gave me a small wave and went into the lobby.

For the first time, I felt torn between the club and a woman.

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