Page 15 of His Little Secret in Discretion
“Of course I can.” I stepped closer, voice dropping lethal. “I can do whatever the fuck I want in this country. Do you want to know why? Because I am Blaine. Fucking. Porter. The only reason the lights are even on in this place is because of me. The only reason rich, pompous assholes line up to prey on women here is becauseIgive clubs like this publicity.”
“She told you…” Vaughn muttered.
“Yeah, she did.” I rolled my eyes. “You were ready to have her dancing on some old dusty money bag without her consent. I don’t pay thousands of dollars here to exploit women against their choice.”
“You really care about her that much? All the dumb blonde is good for is her body… You’d be one to fucking know.”
I leaned my head back, breathing slow, forcing myself to hold composure. Channeling my inner Killian, I leveled him with a cold stare.
“Get out.”
He rolled his eyes but grabbed a few things and headed for the door. Before he could pass me, I caught him by the collar and yanked him forward. My grip crushed the fabric, and the smugness drained off his face in an instant.
“If you ever so much astalkabout what’s mine again, I’ll fucking ruin you.”
“W-what? What do you mean?” he stuttered, fear creeping into his tone.
“You heard me. She’s mine. Disrespect her, you disrespect me.”
“What the hell are you even talking about?! You met the bitch once!” he screamed, desperate.
I sighed. “Yeah. And you just sealed your fate. Good luck doing business in this country. Now get the hell out of my sight.”
I shoved him back. He stumbled out of the room, the door slamming behind him.
My chest rose and fell, breath heavy. I hated it, but he wasn’t wrong. We’d only met once. This was our second encounter. And still—fuck—I was hooked. Maybe it was her smile. Maybe her laugh. Maybe the way she fucked me into oblivion. Whatever it was, I was a goner.
Eventually, I left the office and stepped out of the club.
And there she was.
By my car, waiting. The moonlight spotlighted her like it had been staged. She looked unreal in my suit jacket, biting those plump lips as if she’d been holding her breath for me, her bag waiting in the backseat.
My mouth went dry.
As I stepped over to her, she looked up at me. “Mr. Vaughn just stormed out of the club and left in his car. What happened?”
“Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, Sunshine.” I checked my watch. “It’s late. I should take you home.”
“Yes, you should…” she whispered.
I throbbed just from the sound of her voice, from the lavender-vanilla cloud wrapping around me. She was only inches away, eyes soft but heating—temptation in its purest form.God, you're not making this easy for me, big guy.
“You’ve had a long day,” I murmured.
“I have…”
My hand slid to her waist, tugging her closer.
“You’re probably exhausted.”
“You’re probably right…” she whispered back.
I leaned in, pressing my lips to the curve of her neck. She gasped, one hand bracing on my bicep while the other found my chest. My free hand dipped lower, squeezing the curve of her ass.
“You need to rest,” I muttered against her skin, letting my tongue taste her.
“I don’t…”
