Page 42 of Lily
Chapter 10
"I'll just be a few minutes." Sam put a hand to her back and guided her forward. They had just entered the Burgundy, and the crowd was already out in force. She looked around as they moved closer to the bar. He nodded at a seat at the counter. "Can you wait here for me? I have some scheduling to look over, and I'll be right out. We can go home then."
Home. She smiled at the word. She liked the sound of that, especially when it meant she was going home with Sam.
"Of course." She held up her phone and smiled at Sam. "I still have to finish getting the details set with Ashley for the new job."
"I'm glad you're going for it. You're going to do wonderful at it." He pulled out a stool for her, and before Lily could respond, he picked her up and set her on it.
Lily stared at him in surprise. "Did you just pick me up?"
"I did."
She ran a hand through her hair and sat up straighter in her seat. "Holy shit. That was really hot."
"I know; that's why I did it. I don't go to the damn gym five times a week not to pick my little girl up." He leaned in and kissed her, but when she made to wrap her arms around his neck, he pulled back and shook his head. "Don't you even think about it. We're at the club, not in the street."
"And how does that make it any different?" Lily wanted to know.
Sam grinned at her and kissed her nose. "Because I know people here. This is business. You cannot get me going in this club," he told her, and she frowned but sat back in her seat.
"Oh, all right, you're lucky I have to finish the details of my new job." She waved her phone at him. Sam caught her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. The simple touch made her mouth drop open. Punishment or not, she couldn't wait to get home later.
"I know; I know. I'm very lucky, and that's just one of the reasons that has something to do with you." He kissed her again, the bare brush of his lips against hers enough to make her wish for more. She was beginning to frown at Sam moving away when he reached out, his hand going to the back of her neck, fingers pressing firmly into her skin and tilting her head back. He moved close, lips grazing her ear as he spoke so low that only she could hear. "No pouting. There's more later, princess." He kissed the spot below her ear, lips and teeth grazing the delicate skin there. "You got me?"
"I-I've got you," she managed when he leaned back to look her in the eye. She didn't stand a prayer, not when words like home and princess were being thrown around. No red-blooded woman could.
"That's my girl." He flashed her another smile, but Lily could barely return it. Her brain was already hours ahead to when Sam would have her at home, to every last thing he would do to her and what more meant when it came to a night together.
"No daydreaming, not yet." She let out a deep sigh and leaned against the counter. She had one last text to send, and then she would be free to indulge in all the sexy daydreaming she wanted. The two women had been texting about the schedule and what the pay would be for the stint of the production, which was remarkably higher than what she'd been making at the diner. It had made deciding to quit the diner all the more easy.
That was a call she would save for another day, but she suspected Darla already knew what she was going to do and would be proud of her for it. Whatever Donny had to say about it was moot at that point.
There was no going back. Things were truly happening for Lily, and so much more than she had ever dreamed of when she'd made her short list the day before. She couldn't believe her luck. It seemed like a lifetime since then. She had just fired off her last text to Ashley when a man took the seat beside her at the bar. His arm appeared next to hers on the bar, almost brushing her elbow and coming into her peripheral vision. Lily swallowed hard and turned slightly in her seat, angling her body away from the man. Sam had chosen a seat at the corner of the bar, one that was well out of the fray of the evening crowd and here this stranger was choosing the seat next to hers and crowding her. But at least he wasn't talking to her.
"Hey, sweetheart."
She almost rolled her eyes when she heard his voice. Almost, because his voice was familiar. How was that possible? She hadn't performed for months at the Burgundy; maybe he was a fan from then or one of the acts she had shared the stage with? She raised her eyes expectantly to his and almost fell out of her seat when she met familiar blue eyes.
"What are you doing here?" she gasped, pushing her seat away from his, the sudden movement caused her stool to rock precariously to the side. The man reached out to steady her. She hated that he was this close. Why hadn't he just let her fall? It would have been preferable to smelling his familiar cologne, to having his warmth in her space. She hadn't thought she'd see him again. Not after his text message.
"What do you want?" she added when he didn't answer her right away.
"You're not happy to see me?" Trent held up a hand signaling for a drink from the bartender. "Scotch, single for me. She'll have a cranberry vodka," he told him when he approached, and Lily didn't miss the curious look the bartender shot her way. He had seen her come in with Sam, most likely seen the kiss they had exchanged, and now here she was with this other man.
"Nothing for me," she bit out, giving the bartender a pleading look. "I won't be here long." He nodded and set the drink in front of Trent before moving away again.
Trent turned toward her with a smirk on his face. "You want to get out of here already? I just got my drink."
"What the hell do you want?"
He took a sip of his drink and set the tumbler down in front of him. "You," he said, but he was looking ahead at the mirror above the bar at himself. He had always been a vain man. Lily hadn't paid much mind to it before, but with Sam in her life, with him looking at her as if she were the most important person in the world, she noticed. It was hard not to.
The two men made her feel completely different. Trent had used her; she knew that now. Whatever was missing in him, he had looked to her for it and then had dropped her when it turned out she was more complicated than what he thought a Little should be. It was a common problem with inexperienced and fair weather Doms, but Lily wouldn't allow it go on for one more second. She was a Little; she was a real person, with feelings and dreams. Who did this man think he was, walking back into her life?
"You didn't want me when you broke things off in a text, so I'm going to repeat my question, what the hell do you want? " Her voice was hard, much rougher than any of the sweet tones she had sent his way, and Trent looked at her in surprise. Lily felt a measure of surprise at seeing the dumbfounded look on his face.
"Watch your tone when you talk to me, little girl." His voice was mean, and Lily did her best not to shrink away from him. Over his shoulder, she saw the bartender watching them. Jordyn came into view at the end of the bar and nodded her head at Lily, mouthing the question, "Are you okay?" and pointed a finger at Trent's back. Thankfully, the man was blissfully unaware of the eyes on him. Not that Lily was surprised; it was hard to be aware of your surroundings when you were self-absorbed. She gave a quick nod to Jordyn and looked back at Trent, feeling bolder. She was safe here. The club was Sam's place. These were his people, and they were watching the encounter.
