What the hell was that?
“I’d like to speak to you, it’s important. About your late father’s club.”
Well, that is one way to kill my mood. A headache almost instantly forms at my temples.
Opening the door wider, I gesture for him to come in. I need a coffee and I want to hear what he has to say.
Maybe he can fix my problem.
He strides straight past, but stops in front of me, turning to face me.
“I’ll follow behind you, this is your place after all.”
My lips form an “O” as I look up at him, taking in that chiseled jawline, dark hair and dark eyes that smolder into mine.
Like the man in the book.
I bet this one could bend me over and pull my hair.
The power oozes off him, he could take control. Make me beg and scream.
What would it be like to orgasm from someone else?
I almost laugh to myself. This isn’t a damn story. This is my life and I need this club gone.
“Sure.” I step around him.
I wonder if he’s looking at my ass.
5
ROMAN
Her hips move with the grace of a dancer, but she seems to view me with a rigid stick up her ass.
If circumstances were different, I’d be tempted to try and break her.
The foyer is decorated in pinks, purples, and pastels.
“Didn’t your husband get a say in the decorating?” Is that a flamingo vase?
“No.” She doesn’t slow down until she reaches the dining room and gestures towards one of the high backed wooden chairs.
She stiffly sits opposite me and folds her hands on the table.
“Where is he? He might want to be here for this.” I don’t see a wedding ring.
“None of your damn business.” Her brow furrows and those full lips flatten into a scowl. “Now, say your piece.”
“Your father owned the Empire Club.” I lean back, crossing my ankle over my knee so I can watch her. “Are you planning on running it?”
Her back straightens and her cheeks flush. “Absolutely not.”
That’s a good sign.
Sliding a small card from my pocket, I flip it across the smooth oak surface. “On that is a number. That’s what I’m offering for your dad’s place.”
Her chocolate colored eyes widen when she looks at it.