Page 4 of Crossing Lines

“He was withtwoAshleys last week,” he corrects.

“Damn.” I cut my gaze to the main floor to observe the drama, losing interest as a strikingly gorgeous woman enters the club. She’s one of a few wearing curly hair, and I find that so sexy. My jaw drops when she removes her black coat, revealing a dangerous mini-dress that hugs her curves. Her cinnamon tone appears luminous under the lights. Every woman here is beautiful, but there’s something abouther.

My eyes follow the goddess as she hands her coat to my employee at the entrance, collects a tag, and sashays to the bar, ignoring every attempt from men.

“I’ll catch you in a bit, Cai.” I hurry to the stairs, my focus locked on the intriguing beauty.

“Congratulations,” comes my way while weaving through the patrons. I thank everyone and keep pushing.

Finally reaching the black queen, I pause to bask in her exquisite vanilla scent before moving to the vacant stool. “Saving this for someone?”

She turns, and my breath catches as I connect with her piercing, dark, sepia eyes. “No, I’m not.”

Even her sultry voice enthralls me. It takes a second to function again. “How you doing, beautiful? Want to come to VIP? There’s more room.”

She snorts at the offer. “I’m good. I have a man.”

“Then he’s slipping.” I trail my gaze over her and lick my lips. “Baby, you are too damn fine to be sitting here alone on a Friday night.”

“Baby?” She rolls her eyes. “Try someone else. I’m not interested. I’m only here to check out the vibe.”

“What’s the verdict? Any suggestions would be appreciated.”

Her eyes narrow to slits. “Why would that matter?”

“I’m the owner.” I extend my hand to her, adding, “Kross Krueger.”

“Congratulations,” she replies as she shakes my hand. “Place looks good.”

The softness of her palm incites comforting warmth. I almost don’t want to let go. “Thank you, and thanks for coming to opening night.”

“I like it so far. Doesn’t feel crowded. I’m into the modern look, grassy accent walls, and the purple lights. Cool design.”

“Appreciate it.” I smile at her, becoming more fascinated by the second. “You haven’t told me your name. Or should I call you Ms. Fine?”

That causes a soft chuckle. “It’s Davia.”

“Of course, you have a sexy name.”

“Pfft.” She shakes her head and drinks her martini.

“It’s nice to meet you, Davia.” I signal my bartender for a whiskey sour before asking her, “How did you hear aboutKrossfire? Social media?”

“Iree mentioned it. She said y’all are friends.”

“Ah.” I sip some of my drink. “That’s little sis. Why have we never met when I’ve met all her friends?”

“She just started atLa Monte, so we’re still learning about each other.” She looks around briefly. “I thought she’d be here.”

“Her big bro says she’s finishing some stuff,” I inform her.

She bobs in understanding. “Iree’s a hard worker.”

“Always been.” I’m about to invite her to VIP again when the music stops.

“Can I have your attention, please,” Troy speaks into the mic, luring all eyes to the small stage. “Let’s give it up for Kross.”

A humble feeling runs through me as everyone claps, including Davia.

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