Page 5 of Enforcer Book Boyfriend

“Ominous doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Dillon responded. “But it’s private. We won’t be disturbed.”

“Good,” I said. “I don’t want anyone interrupting us. When?”

“Tomorrow night. Wear something… unforgettable.”

“Unforgettable, huh?” I mused. “I can do that.”

“Looking forward to finally seeing you in person,” he replied, the finality in his message clear.

“See you there,” I typed, my fingers trembling slightly as I pressed send. There was no going back now. And I didn’t want to.

THREE

Grace

The Velvet Rope nightclub pulsed with the beat of some bass-heavy track that made my heart jackhammer in my chest. The air was thick with a cocktail of perfumes and sweat, the type of place where secrets clung to the walls like the condensation on the glasses cradled in the hands of the beautiful people walking around.

I stepped through the door, my stilettos clicking a sharp rhythm over the floor, commanding as much attention as I dared. The game was on, and tonight, Dillon was the prize.

He didn’t make me wait or search; Dillon was already there. Standing six feet, two inches, his dark brown hair brushed back, and with a face that was devastatingly handsome but not pretty. “Oh, my…”

My libido definitely stood up to pay attention. His eyes found mine from across the room. A silent beckon pulled me forward. No words, just a look that said everything and holy fuck, I was ready for it all. Thank you Internet Gods of matchmaking because this man was fine as hell. Our video calls did not do him justice at all. He was like a lion. Graceful. Dangerous.

“Grace,” he greeted when I got close enough, his voice a low rumble, the sound you’d want to wake up to—if waking up was on your agenda. “I almost didn’t think you’d show.” His smirk told me he knew better, knew I couldn’t stay away.

“To be completely truthful, that was a thought that crossed my mind. I considered standing you up. Just to keep things interesting.” I retorted, lifting my chin defiantly to meet his stare head on.

He licked his lips, a mischievous glint in his deep-set green eyes. “Well, then I’d have to make you pay for that,” he said, his voice playful but hinting at something more dangerous. My heart raced as I imagined the possibilities of what he could do to make me pay. He closed the distance between us, stepping forward with an almost imperceptible grace that only I seemed to notice. The air crackled with anticipation, and I couldn’t help but take a deep breath. My gaze locked on his intense stare. In that moment, it was just the two of us, everyone else fading into the background as we stood in our own little world.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow.

“Guess you’ll have to stick around to find out.” Dillon’s hand brushed against mine, a brief spark in the dim light, an invitation to play with fire. And damn it if I didn’t want to get burned.

Dillon’s eyes locked onto mine, a wordless exchange in a chaotic room. Bodies writhed and wriggled to pulsating bass, but the electric current coursing through my veins could not be suppressed. That gaze was like a physical touch, searing into me and marking me as his possession. I couldn’t escape it, couldn’t break free from the hold he had on me.

“Too many prying eyes here,” he murmured, his voice a thread of silk woven with steel. “I don’t want to stand here in the middle of the place where just anyone could see me.” His gaze looked across the room and he seemed to find what he was looking for when he turned back to me.

I hesitated before speaking. We had already made plans, but now that the moment was here, doubts and fears flooded my mind. Was I really ready for this? Could I handle the consequences of my decision? But I couldn’t back out now, not after all we had discussed. I took a deep breath and forcedmyself to say the words: “Lead the way, then.” The weight of my commitment settling heavily on my shoulders.

He smirked, a dangerous half-smile that hinted at trouble, the kind my mama warned me about and the kind I always found myself drawn to like a moth to a fucking blaze. Without another word, he took hold of my hand, his touch scorching against my skin.

Dillon didn’t weave through the crowd so much as part it like some sort of dark messiah. People stepped aside, some with reverence, others with caution etched into their faces. He had that effect—commanding without saying a word. I followed without hesitation, our linked hands an anchor in the sensory overload of the place and people surrounding us.

We slipped into a shadowy alcove, secluded from the pulsating life of the club. It wasn’t quiet—the throb of music had a heartbeat all its own that I could feel in my bones. But it was still a world away from the chaos. The dim light painted him in shades of mystery, highlighting the sharp cut of his jaw and the predatory set of his shoulders. We took our seats, and a waiter came over and took our drink orders.

Dillon leaned back against the seat, relaxed and unbothered. As if he owned the place. “Better?” he asked, his voice low, thrumming with a frequency that did funny things to my insides.

“Depends on what happens next,” I replied, leaning in close enough to share the air he breathed out. The scent of him—clean and something wickedly spicy—wrapped around me, a tangible thing.

His laugh was a rumble from deep within his chest. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

Now that I had decided to jump in with both feet, I was ready to take the leap. “Never been one for waiting.” I matched his posture, leaning back, relaxed. There was no room left forsecond thoughts. His nearness was intoxicating. More potent than any drink served behind the bar.

“Good,” he said, the promise in his voice winding tight around my body. “I don’t plan on wasting time, but I do want to enjoy our night.”

I shifted my body to face him as Dillon unfolded his body next to me like a panther claiming his territory.

“Enjoy our night, huh?” I questioned with a smile.

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