Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
He smirks, as if he knows, and I hate that he sees me. His arms lift from the back of the couch, but when he goes to touch me, a knock comes at the door.
“Come in,” he commands as he lazily places his arms back where they were. I continue to move in his lap.
The door opens, and two men walk in. I haven’t seen them before. They look like criminals, and it’s obvious they’re twins. Both seem surprised to see me as they take seats near him.
Suddenly, the room crackles with dangerous energy, and I’m certain the men who just walked in are not law-abiding citizens. The bulkier one speaks first. “You paying for entertainment tonight?”
“Pay for us as well,” the one with the shoulder-length hair says, not looking up from his phone.
“You can both afford it yourselves,” Dutton says. “And, no, she will not be dancing for either of you.”
His hands finally land on my waist, halting my movements. When I look over my shoulder at him, he orders, “Take your money and leave.”
“Greedy.” The bulkier one chuckles.
“You don’t want me to finish dancing?” I ask, standing and laying my hand on his chest with a pout. I can tell he’s agitated when I put on the childish act that everyone else usually devours.
His hand covers mine, and he leans in. “Take your money and fucking leave. You’re done for today.”
Fucking asshole.
You don’t have to tell me twice.
Smiling, I grab the cash and saunter out, knowing his gaze is glued to my ass.
An ass he’ll never have the chance to grab again.
What the fuck is wrong with that man?
CHAPTER 6
Dutton
“Why did you send her away? We could have had some fun,” Hawke says, admiring Posie as she exits the room. My hands tighten on the back of the couch, but I bite my tongue. It’s not the first time they’ve been here, but it is the first time I’ve been mad at them for wanting to give one of my women attention.
I stare at the door momentarily, half expecting her to return because that seems like something she would do.
“It’s unlike you to pay for your own services. Feeling lonely?” Hawke bites back a smile, and I suddenly want to get very stabby. Or at least have a drink so I can tolerate him a little more. As usual, Ford remains quiet compared to his obnoxious twin.
I hit the button beside my seat, which calls for someone to service us. Samantha enters, her eyes lighting up the moment she sees Hawke. It’s no secret the muscled beefcake is popular amongst the women, and although I’d usually let them play, I want to get straight down to business.
“The usual, Samantha, with three glasses.” She looks disheartened, and Hawke is about to argue when I raise my hand to him. She leaves without a word.
“Wow, you really are all work and no play. That’s funny coming from someone who goes around running clubs that provide pleasure,” Hawke says, disheartened.
“Might I add that it’s not a necessity for you to fuck every woman in this city?” I say, undoing the top two buttons of my shirt and readjusting my cock. Posie dared to touch and taunt me in ways that no other woman has. Even the women I do fuck don’t get the privilege of being so… intimate… so playful. She acts like it’s her personal mission to unnerve me.
“No, but it’s a preference,” he replies with a smart-ass smile.
Samantha saunters back in with a bottle of my finest whiskey. She pours it into three glasses with ice and then slides one over to each of us, her gaze focused on Hawke. I swallow the harsh drink, trying to cool my temper.
I’ve considered a few different reasons or angles Posie might be here. It could very well be what Paula said—that she’s trying to build a better life for herself, but I leave nothing to chance. I’ve watched her these past few weeks. Well, when she shows up for work, of course. I could easily have someone trail her, but that feels like a waste of resources. Or I could pay Will Walker, a family friend, and the best tracker around, to dig up dirt on her.
I tap my finger contemplatively. So why haven’t I done that yet? Money’s not an issue. I could have all the answers right now in front of me, but for some reason, there’s the allure of the mystery surrounding her, which could be just as damning. There’s also a pleasure in extracting information from someone, whether it be through torture, pleasure, or various other entertaining means. Whether she likes it or not, she is my current obsession because I don’t like anyone I haven’t yet figured out.
When Samantha leaves and closes the door, I bring the glass to my lips. “I saw that Trea Lissor was taken into custody today. The press is eating him alive,” I say with a smirk.