Page 14 of King of Temptation

I curse under my breath as my brother slides into the seat next to me.

But I ignore him as I turn to the next dancer. “Name?”

“Chandra,” she says with a smile that actually doesn’t set my teeth on edge. She’s blonde but it’s natural, which I like. She’s tall and statuesque. I already know I’ll hire her.

“What are you dancing to today, Chandra?”

She’s got a leotard on and nothing else. “Rihanna. ‘Only Girl.’”

I give her a nod and the music starts. She’s graceful, pretty. Not sexy like the dancers I usually use for the cages. I’m still hiring her, though. There are floor dancers who also carry drinks and she’d be perfect for that.

“Not bad,” Jake mutters.

“Don’t even fucking think it,” I reply through gritted teeth. “I’d like to hire this one. Fuck the last one.”

“The wedgy girl?” Jake asks, with a shake of his head. “No thanks.”

Roman suppresses a smile on the other side of me. “Club life treating you well?”

“Fine.” If Roman wants to be coy, I’ll play along. “But can you take Jake to one of your casinos to find pussy? He’s sniffing around and it’s irritating me.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Jake waves his hand as Chandra keeps dancing. “If one of us needs to get laid, it’s Leo. His foul mood the last few weeks has been epic.”

I snarl at him, knowing he’s right. The longer Kim goes without calling, the pissier I get. With what I’ve got planned, my time here in Vegas is limited and I don’t want to spend it waiting around for her to get over being shy. That woman felt way too good.

Besides, I jumped through several hoops to make sure she came back to Vegas, and it would really irritate me if it was all for naught.

My conscience tickles in the back of my neck, telling me that what I did to Kim was wrong. I shouldn’t have messed with her life. But that was the best fucking sex of my life and I’d like to hit that a few more times. Selfish? Yes.

I told her I was turning over a new leaf, and I’m trying, but everyone knows I’m still a work in progress. And with what I’ve got planned, I deserve a little bit of sweet to help wash down the sour.

Why hasn’t she called?

Like I already mentioned, I’ve been with my share of dancers, but no woman has ever ridden me like that. I want her again and the longer I go, the more irritable I get.

I could call Charlotte, get Kim’s number. But then I’d have to deal with Mason and the questions he’d inevitably ask about why I wanted Charlotte’s best friend’s number.

My brother and I called a temporary truce for his wedding, but things have been rough between us, mostly my fault as usual, and so I’m giving him space. And trying, for once in my life, to not piss him off. It’s a struggle.

Which probably means I shouldn’t have fucked his wife’s best friend. But I’ve never been good at staying out of trouble.

And that is the real reason Jake is next to me. I stirred the pot a few months back with some of our rivals and we’re still dealing with the fallout. Coincidentally, that is the exact reason I should have kept it in my pants at Mason’s wedding.

And while I’m trying to be better, I think it might be clear, I’m just a fuck up. So, my new plan. Fuck something up that actually helps my family and only hurts me. Might mean prison. Might mean I end up dead in a gutter.

See? This is why I deserve another hit of Kim before it’s too late.

“Didn’t he just get laid?” Roman asks, sitting back in his chair, his knees spread wide in a casual masculine stance that makes Chandra miss a step as her eyes lock on him.

Fuck. I hope I can still hire her.

But Roman looks at me, barely noticing the dancer and Chandra falls back into step.

“Yeah, he did,” Jake chuckles. “You’d think he’d be in a good mood after that one.”

“What are you talking about?” I grit the words through clenched teeth, not liking the two of them clucking around me like fucking mother hens.

Both of them laugh, though, neither of them concerned by the warning in my voice. I might be an alpha but they both match me in their own ways. “I’m not sure who she was, but whoever you managed to corner at Mason’s wedding was a screamer.” Jake pulls out a cigar, running the fat roll under his nose.

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