Page 41 of Tamed By You

“Oooh, you catching feelings already, Ali baby? I didn’t realize I had to update you on my location.”

His response irritates me. “Don’t be ridiculous. I just meant that it would have been good to have a heads up and not be blindsided by you.”

“You didn't seem too bothered about being blindsided a few minutes ago when you were laid out on my desk with my dick buried inside you.”

I huff, avoiding his eye contact, because the shithead has a point.

“Anyway, Brooke and Cassidy will wonder where I am. I’ll see you when I see you, I guess.” I push past him and make my way to the door, but he moves quickly, standing between me and the exit.

“You really just going to leave like that.”

“Like what? We fuck, we leave, that’s how this works, right?”

We look into each other's eyes for a beat longer than we should, because when he looks at me like that it makes it hard to say no to him. My heart’s hammering so loudly I’m sure he can hear it.

“Let me take you home later.” It’s not a question, more of a statement.

“I’m a big girl, Harry.” A weird feeling settles in my stomach—he cares, and I think I like that he does. No guy has ever wanted to make sure I got home safe, except friends, and we are, well I’m not sure.

“I know, just… at least let me know you got home safe.”

I roll my eyes, patting his chest. “Bye, H. Thanks for the fuck.” I kiss his cheek and he steps aside, opening the door. I head back towards the main club room, ignoring the little voice in my head telling me to turn around and let him take me home.

Chapter Sixteen

Harry

I watch from the doorway as she leaves my office, round ass swaying, leaving me with a raging hard on despite the release she just gave me. I was with Brad when she texted him asking to get on the guest list tonight and I have been watching her from behind the bar or on the CCTV since the moment she walked in in that little red dress.

I knew in Vegas I wasn't flying back to London, but I worried she wouldn't agree to our hook up deal if she did. I know she wants me, and god, do I want her. I’ve never fucked the same woman more than once come to think of it, and here we are, on round I don’t know what, and I still can’t get enough of her.

I put my jacket back on and head out to the main club. Brad is behind the bar over seeing what the staff are up to and checking in at our members lounge.

“Harry, can I speak to you please?” Kate asks, her tone hesitant.

“Yeah sure.” Kate has worked for us since we opened. I’ve got a lot of time for her. She’s working her way through nursing school and become part of our friendship circle. We walk to the back of the bar, and she leans in to talk to me.

“I’ve seen Ali’s in tonight. One of the girls she's with, I know her. I used to bartend with her back in college, she’s…”

“She’s what?” I ask, anxiety hitting me. If Ali’s hanging around with her, I want to know everything.

“She’s bad news. I’m talking, stealing and erm, drugs.”

“Drugs?” I hiss.

She nods. “I don't know if she still does it. It was years ago, but I just wanted to let you know so you can keep an eye out. I’m surprised Ali hangs out with her.”

That makes two of us.

“Thanks for letting me know. I’ll keep an eye out.” I give her arm a thankful squeeze and head over to Brad. I give him a nod to say we need to talk, and he come over to the side of the bar so we can chat privately.

“What’s up?” His voice is raspy and deep.

“The brunette with Ali. Watch her. She’s known to be in possession, if you get my drift and we can’t have that shit go through here.”

“Fuck, you serious?”

I nod, anger pulsing through me. Surely Ali doesn’t know this. Maybe she’s a new friend or she isn't aware. One thing I can't tolerate is substance abuse. I’ve seen what it does to people and it’s never the solution. Ali’s friend or not, I will toss that girl out on her ass if she’s using in my club.

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