Page 7 of Dirty Intentions

I’d had enough of this asshole. It bothered me that he wasn’t apologizing or appeared to show any remorse. She’d trusted him, and he’d betrayed her trust: not only by cheating, but also by taking her money. Neither of which was sitting well with me. “What do you think the guys at the office or your buddies would think of your little threesome downstairs tonight, Eric?”

His face started to turn a deep red. Although he was a handsome guy, if you preferred the Wall Street type, he certainly didn’t look it now. Matter of fact, he looked like he was about to puke. Which meant I had his number.

“You can’t threaten me with that. Anonymity is rule one with the club.”

I shrugged. “I can’t, but she can. She has pictures.”

His eyes darted back and forth between us. “But that’s against club rules.”

“Well, see, that’s a predicament. She’s not actually a club member. In fact, you’re in violation for allowing her to use your card tonight to get in.”

“I didn’t. She must’ve copied it.”

“Which means she had access to it, which ultimately constitutes carelessness on your part.”

“What do you want from me?”

“The truth. Are you stealing from me?”

“No. Definitely not.”

Considering he didn’t have access to my actual bank accounts but only to the reports, I chose to believe him. “Fine, but if I find one penny gone, those pictures go viral at your firm. Also, you’ll return all the money to Ms.—”

“Trivioli,” she supplied.

Daniella Trivioli. The name rolled around in my mind.

“Okay. Fine,” he readily agreed.

“And do not come back here. Your membership has been revoked.”

Now he looked like he was on the verge of crying. He certainly hadn’t been as upset to lose his supposed future life partner. “Please, don’t do that.”

“I don’t tolerate thieves or liars, Eric. Now, I suggest you leave without a scene before I make one and have you tossed out.”

He turned, but not without walking in front of Daniella and mumbling something which made her go completely pale.

“What did you just say to her?”

“Nothing.” Eric appeared in a hurry to be going.

I moved closer to step in front of her. “What did he say to you?” I might be a dick, but the last thing I’d allow was the victim in this situation to be made to feel worse. This woman, in particular, was pulling out a protective side I hadn’t felt in years.

“He said ‘have a nice life, you frigid orgasmless cunt.’”

I raised a brow. “He’s never given you an orgasm?” Why the fuck did women stay with men who couldn’t get them off? Monogamy was a foreign concept to me, especially if, at the very least, the sex wasn’t good.

She swallowed hard. Tears glistened in her prideful gaze. “Not often.”

Eric scoffed. “Because you take too long.”

There was a reason my club offered sexual confidence classes. Because men like Eric systematically shredded a woman’s self-assurance by being selfish in bed. I stepped closer to Daniella. My arm went around her waist, pulling her to my side. I’d be lying if I said her warmth didn’t affect me. Her soft curves could be felt under the flimsy excuse for a dress she was wearing.

“I find it funny you’d automatically assume the problem is her.” I let my hand wander down her side slowly, seductively, while I told myself I was helping her save face. “Because your ex-fiancée is a beautiful, sexy woman.” I stepped behind her then, my one hand still splayed on her hip, the other inching up her skirt in the back.

How far would she be willing to let this go? Any moment I expected her to step away. At the same time, I hoped she wouldn’t.

“But she’s clearly been sexually deprived for a long time. But don’t worry, Eric. She’s come to the right place to remedy that.” Before I could think about the ramifications or the fact that Daniella wasn’t the typical guest at Club Travesty, my hand went up her skirt and between her legs.

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