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“Nope. Not at all.” The man says, meeting my eyes with his unimpressed look.

“I’ve got it, Marshall.” My ice princess says coolly.

Leaning down, I whisper in her ear. “You can’t fight him, Elsie.”

When she turns to look at me with her brilliant ice-blue eyes, I freeze. “I know that. Let me. Handle. This.”

I loosen my grip around her waist, but I don’t fully let her go in case she decides to pounce and rip out his heart.

“Marius, right?” She says, her voice going subzero.

“Marcus.” He corrects.

“Right, whatever.” She continues with a roll of her eyes. “If I wanted you to touch me, then I would invite you to do so. But seeing as I have less interest in that than I do in remembering your name, I suggest you leave.”

I suppress a smile when the man’s jaw drops fully.

“Fine.” He says, turning on his heel before mumbling under his breath. “Frigid bitch.”

When he’s fully retreated, Elsie turns her cold glare on me and shoves a pointed finger in my chest.

“Don’t fucking do that again.” She scolds. “I don’t need you to save me, Marshall.”

Despite being a whole foot and a half shorter than me, Elsie exudes power like the badass CEO she is.

That said, at 4’ 11”, she’s still adorable, especially since her auburn curls are out of control after dancing and shaking her perfectly round ass all night.

“Marshall. Tell me you’re not going to do it again.” She commands.

I hesitate, and she gives me a deadly look that gets my lips moving.

“I promise not to intervene next time,” I say carefully.

“Good. Now. You’re coming with me.” Elsie says, grabbing me by my collared shirt and dragging me in the direction of the private bedrooms. “And I’m fucking you senseless until I’m no longer pissed off.”

“Yes, my queen.” I laugh as she drags me along. “Use me as your personal dildo.”

“Shut up, toy.” She says with a grin.

Toy.

The endearment sends a shiver down my spine.

I’ve been called many things by partners, but never that.

With anyone else, I might have an issue with a term like toy, but with Elsie, it feels natural.

If being her plaything is what she needs from me, then that’s what I’ll be for her.

If this is how I get close to her, show her I’m not going anywhere, then I’m in.

Elsie pulls me through the club, and I can’t help but beam with the small claim she exerts by wrapping her hand around mine as we go.

We are stopped on occasion to talk to acquaintances and friends. Though the impatience in Elsie’s jaw, like she really does want this, wants me, gives me a thrill like no other.

Zuri and Ivy give me a knowing look as we pass them to go up the stairs to the second-floor playrooms, and I wink back at their smirks.

Even though our friend group might not know what’s going on with Elsie and me, they likely have an idea.

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