“I’m fine,” I stated aloud. “I think I want to go upstairs and play a game of pool in Dad’s office. I’m going home before we close.”
I stood as Jack offered his hand to me. With my hand tucked securely in the crook of his arm, we made our way down the red carpet getting gawked at like we were celebrities. I hated the attention. Just seven more steps. Nearly there. Instead of turning right to head down the VIP stairs, we turned left to go to the door that led upstairs to the offices. That weird pull that never stopped was so strong that I stopped dead in my tracks three steps from the door. Urging myself to turn around, I stole a small breath and angled my head to peek over my shoulder.
Staring at me with a smirk on his face was the male I met at CBP earlier today. It wasn’t a man I was seeing in my premonition at all. He looked completely different than he did at work. His dark brown hair was pushed back to the right, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen softer looking waves. I wanted to run my hands through those fat curls and pull his hair while he... yeah. His eyes were a tantalizing icy blue color, so light that they were almost white, and they danced with amusement. I’d really like to see them lit up with desire as I dropped to my knees an- Focus!
His cheeks were a little flushed, like he’d been drinking for about as long as I had. In his hands were two shot glasses and a bottle of my favorite tequila. My eyes tracked over him like he was a gift from the gods, but I knew he wasn’t. This male was trouble. The good kind, but trouble nonetheless.
Jack stood in front of me, and I had to put my hand on his shoulder and squeeze to get his attention. He side-eyed me, nodded sharply, and opened the velvet rope at the top of the stairs.
“Mr. Winter, please come in.” Jack welcomed him with a sly smile.
Sloane
Friday Night
I guess he got my text about the handsome male Fae I met this afternoon. “Thanks for replying to my text.” I snarked at him in my head.
That mother fucker just winked at me again and tossed back, “I saw all those naughty thoughts roll across your mind while you were looking at him with your hand on my shoulder. You really are a filthy bitch. I fucking love you, but I’m semi hard right now and it’s all your fault.”
“I’m going to kick your ass tomorrow and I hope you know it!” I shouted at him while also trying to keep my facial expressions from looking like I was screaming in my head. It was hard work.
“Ms. King.” Vaughn’s low rumble was so delicious it had me thanking the gods that I decided to wear panties tonight. “You looked rather bored.” He shrugged a muscled shoulder and smiled at me with a coyness that had those panties melting right off my overheated body.
I had to open my mind to see what he was thinking. I didn’t want pity. I got paid to sit there and look pretty... and bored, apparently. I tilted my head to the left in confusion, though. I couldn’t hear this male’s thoughts. I thought that might be a first for me. Or second, but again, I was not fucking going there.
Intrigued, I motioned the male to my booth. Seating himself across from me, we eyed each other for a moment before he popped the bottle open and poured two shots. I offered him my plate of pineapple, watching the confusion cross his chiseled features as he raised a questioning eyebrow at me.
“It’s better than lime as a chaser,” I explained simply.
He passed me a shot, we clinked the glasses together and threw them back at the same time. He made a disgusted face before biting into his pineapple slice. “That’s not bad,” he agreed after swallowing. His comment made me chuckle.
“Did I interrupt you leaving when I walked up?” he asked a little shyly after our shot. Maybe it had just occurred to him that I was on my way out and might not want any company. I definitely wanted the company if it was him, though. Jack groaned in my head and I forced our connection closed so fast that it felt like slamming a car door shut. Fuck my life right now. Jack was going to snoop around in what was left of my love life after hearing everything I just thought. Uhm, loveless life? Whatever, you know what I meant. He happened to be a nosy jackass.
“Actually, I was bored,” I replied with a small smile of my own. “I was going to go upstairs for a game of pool. Do you play?”
“There are pool tables in such an upscale nightclub?” he inquired, drawing his brows down, a little bewildered and a little sarcastic. That made me laugh, a real, genuine laugh. He had no idea what secrets this club held.
“Come on,” I encouraged him. Standing and grabbing his hand, I began to pull him along with me. Jack quirked his stupid eyebrow at me again as we walked towards him hand in hand. He opened the door that led to the stairs and mouthed “yes, bitch” when I passed him. He followed quietly behind us, up the stairs and to the large game room across from my father’s office.
Once we were inside, Jack closed the door but remained on the outside. I heard him in my mind the moment the door clicked closed, “If you don’t fuck him on that pool table then I totally will, bitch. Grim would be all over him too. He’s got a thing for fae. He says they’re pretty.” He made a humming noise and shoved filthy images in my mind. The first image was Vaughn and me, one I pictured myself, and then they quickly morphed into scenes of Jack, Grim, and Vaughn. I shut him out completely, locking that connection up like Fort Knox. He was such an ass sometimes!
Vaughn was standing at the rack that held the cue sticks. He twisted them and ran his dexterous fingers along them all before he went back and selected the sixth cue. He kneeled at the end of the table and started racking the balls while I opened a cabinet on the wall and pulled out my own personal favorite. Jack’s dirty images flickered in the back of my mind when I saw him start shuffling the balls around. I almost groaned out loud. Fucking Jack. I hated him so hard right now.
“There were more?” he questioned, looking around like he missed a rack somewhere.
“Nope, this one is mine,” I assured him as I started twisting together the black cue. “I play my father when he’s in town. He always wins, but I’ll beat him, eventually.”
“Your father owns this club?” He lifted a curious eyebrow at me. For fuck’s sake. If another male quirked an eyebrow at me tonight...
“Yes, I run it for him while he’s out of town.” I needed to get out of my head before I said something I couldn’t take back.
“He owns a club and a pharmaceutical company?” He thought his questions aloud. Then he quickly recovered with, “Those don’t necessarily go together, but I see how a businessman, or woman, can run both.”
He motioned for me to break. I leaned low over the table. A little lower than necessary, if I was being honest. I lined up my shot as I mentally scolded myself. The male was hot and I needed to get my hormones under control before I did something stupid. Did something stupid! Okay, now I was just arguing with myself, which was insane. Focus, bitch! I hit the cue ball effortlessly, and as all the balls scattered, the ten ball hit the top right corner pocket. “Big balls,” I called out as I circled the table once more.
“I’m sorry?” He sounded bemused, and I suddenly remembered his earlier question. I hoped that he didn’t think that was my response. Though, I guess it could be. Takes big lady balls to do some of the shit I did.