Page 30 of Crime Lord’s Captive

“Your name?” the attractive brother asked.

“Lyla,” she said without extending her hand. She didn't know what to think of these brothers.

“Lyla, you’re beautiful.”

"You’re not so bad yourself,” she said curtly.

Rafael grinned roguishly. “I try. You here with someone?”

That brought her back to reality with an unpleasant jolt. “Yes.”

“Pity,” he said and finally let his eyes roam over her. “You’ll give me a call when you’re free?”

When he reached into his pocket for his phone, she shook her head. “I don’t have a phone and... I have to get going.”

“You don’t have a phone?”

She shrugged as she grabbed the drinks. “That’s the honest truth.” She spotted Carmen making her way to the restroom and smiled at Rafael. “Thank you for the drinks.”

“Anytime,” Rafael said.

In the bathroom, Lyla was mortified to find that her white dress was nearly see through. A moment later, she shrugged. She was more covered up than most of these women and thiswasVegas. Innumerable people touched her ass on the dance floor, so who cared if they got an eyeful of her body? Lyla was sipping her drink when the brunette she sent to Gavin bustled into the bathroom and squealed.

“He’s sonice!” she said as she rushed towards Lyla. “He offered me a job.”

Lyla choked on her drink. “What?”

“He said I have a good face and body. He wanted to know if I had a job and if I wanted to be a hostess at one of his restaurants. You didn’t tell he me he’s GavinPyre. Oh. My. God.”

“Wait, so he didn’t hit on you?” Lyla demanded.

The brunette gave a one shoulder shrug. “He said I was beautiful, but it was more like he was sizing me up. He asked if I had references and gave me the number of a restaurant manager. I have an interview tomorrow!” At Lyla’s dumbfounded expression, the brunette said, “Well, maybe he’s not a cheater anymore. Why would you want him to be? He seems like a great guy.”

No, no,no! Lyla glared at Carmen who was laughing her head off. Lyla downed her drink and wished the brunette luck before she made her way back to the bar to order two more frothy drinks. Rafael and Steven were nowhere to be found.

“You trying to get drunk?” Carmen asked without judgment as she knocked back identical drinks to Lyla. She believed that whatever pain Lyla went through tomorrow that it was her job to go through it with her.

“Hunting for more women for Gavin,” Lyla said distractedly as she scanned the crowd. “Maybe he doesn’t want a brunette. Maybe he wants an Asian chick. I saw him with a black girl that day...” Lyla shook her head to shake away the images. “She was pretty before I broke her nose.Anyway...”

Carmen mumbled under her breath as she followed Lyla onto the dance floor. Lyla chose a handful of women that Gavin wouldn’t be able to turn down. Each woman was more than willing to test Gavin’s restraint. Some were aggressive while others played hard to get. One thing was certain. Each of them gained Gavin’s attention for a time, but none of them stayed by his side. Some came back to her to report that he offered them a job or asked if they were trying to get back at an ex.

“What the hell? Is he the Santa Claus of jobs in Vegas?” Lyla growled.

Carmen laughed hysterically. Lyla was in the middle of talking to an exotic woman of Indian descent when a hand wrapped around her waist. She didn’t need to look back to know who it was.

“You have excellent taste in women,” Gavin said in her ear, “but your parade is interrupting me from doing business.”

Lyla turned from the Indian woman who tugged down the neckline of her gown to give Gavin a better look at her cleavage. Lyla turned in Gavin’s arms in time to see him wink at the woman before he led Lyla off the dance floor. He didn’t go back to their booth, he led her behind the bar and into a small hallway off the kitchen. He backed her against the wall and stared down at her.

“What are you playing at?”

“Playing at?” She was drunk enough to give him a mystified expression even though she’d been caught red-handed.

“Are you interested in threesomes now?”

His question made her sober instantly. She dropped the act. “I don’t do threesomes.”

“Then why are you sending me all these women?”

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