“They do now.”
“Is that why you’re here? To make sure I don’t tell my daddy?” I snapped.
“You’re here, because tonight’s the worst fucking night for you to be here.”
“Why?”
“Club-“
“Business. I get it.” I scowled. “God, Austin, I’m so frickin’ sick of hearing that.”
He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Yo.”
I hadn’t even heard it buzz. I stomped my foot in frustration. I guess our conversation was over.
“Yeah. Two minutes.” He hung up. “Wait here. Got me?”
“No. I’m not a child, Austin. You don’t get to leave me here like I’m being relegated to the principal’s office.”
He swore and stormed out of the office. I moved to follow but the door was locked. I let out a frustrated squeal and kicked the door, only managing to stub my toe.
“I swear to God, Austin Carver, I’m going to castrate you,” I yelled at the door, and then flopped onto the sofa and pulled my phone from my purse to call Kim.
“Hey, honey,” Kim said.
“Hey, where are you?” I asked.
“Just crossed the bridge.”
“I’m so sorry Austin’s such a killjoy.”
Kim chuckled. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m totally fine, hon. Seriously, it’s all good. I’ll call you tomorrow okay?”
I frowned. Was she blowing me off too? “Um, okay.”
“‘Bye.”
She hung up and I sat staring at my phone for several seconds before chucking it back into my purse. My girdled middle was uncomfortable, so I wrestled my Spanx from my body, then I unzipped my boots and slid them off. My toe was throbbing now, but I stood and decided to investigate the space.
A pocket door led to a spacious bathroom, complete with shower and fluffy towels. I wondered how often Austin stayed here long enough to shower. I walked back into the office and through another door to find a bar set up with several chairs surrounding small tables. What had me spellbound was a large picture window that overlooked the entire club. I didn’t remember seeing it when I was out there, so wondered if it was a one-way mirror.
I’m not sure how long I stood watching the club goers, hearing nothing but my own breathing, but Austin’s arm wrapping around my waist startled me and I jumped.
He kissed my temple. “Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I pulled away from him. “I want to go home now. Will you call me a cab?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I’ll take you home, but I can’t leave just yet. We’ve got a situation and I don’t know how long it’s gonna take.”
“Which part of I want to be alone are you not picking up on?”
He slid his hand to my neck and tipped my chin up with his thumb. “You and I have things to talk about. I get that. But you’re not leaving without me, Dani, so accept that now.”
“God, you make me so frickin’ crazy!”
“And you’re a pain in the ass.”
“So, let me leave!”
He stared at me and then his mouth covered mine slowly. I was so wound up, I reacted with pure unadulterated lust, opening my mouth and deepening the kiss, while moving my hands to his hair. When his hand pulled my dress up and slid between my legs, I whimpered with need. He slid my panties aside and slipped his fingers inside of me while working my clit with his thumb. “Fuck,” he rasped. “You’re so wet.”
I dropped my hands and shimmied my panties down my hips, kicking them to the side. “Take care of that, will you?”
He dropped to his knees in front of me, sliding my dress to my waist, and pressing his mouth to my clit. “Spread, baby.”
I spread my legs a little more and he wrapped one arm around me to hold me still. He thrust two fingers inside of me, sucking my clit until he’d apparently decided I’d had enough. He stood, lifting me in his arms, carrying me to the office and laying me on the sofa. He tapped one of my knees and I dropped it so he could return to what he was doing before. God, what this man could do with his tongue. I tilted my hips in an effort to get closer.
“Fuckin’ soaked,” he said, and slipped his fingers inside me again.
I felt my climax build as his mouth covered my center and I gripped his hair as my orgasm hit. Austin kissed my inner thighs, slid his fingers out of me and rose to his feet. I watched through hooded eyes as he walked into the bathroom and washed up.
Danielle
I COULD BARELY move, but I managed to slide my dress back down to cover my nakedness and roll onto my side. Austin walked back toward me and I saw the rock-hard evidence of his arousal pressing against his zipper, but I was disappointed to discover that we weren’t going any further. At least not right at the moment.
“I have to get back downstairs.” He sat down next to me and smiled as he stroked my cheek. “More of this later.”
“I want to yell at you right now, but I can’t move.” I slid my hand up his leg. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be back to fighting form.”
Austin grinned, leaning down to kiss me quickly. “If you need anything, press the button by the door. Someone will assist you. But no one’s gonna let you leave, Dani, so don’t bother trying.”
“See? Now you’re pissing me off again.” I scowled. “You’re essentially keeping me prisoner and not telling me why.”
“I can’t tell you why.”
“I know, club business,” I ground out.
He sighed and rose to his feet. “I have to go.”
“Fine, go.” I closed my eyes and forced back my frustration as he walked out the door.
I didn’t get up until my bladder insisted I move, so I did. After that, I wandered back into the bar area, found my panties, and slid them back on. Surveying the racks of alcohol, I found what looked like really good Tequila and opened the bottle. Common sense would have suggested I pour a shot or two, or even mix the spirit with coke, however, I wasn’t feeling very common sensy, so I decided to drink directly from the bottle. And it was fantastic.
I’d taken a couple of long pulls from the bottle and figured I should find some food, so I pressed the little button by the door. Then I pressed it again and again, giggling maniacally as I did it again… then once more, just for fun.
“You only need to ring once, Miss Harris,” a female voice came through the little speaker above the button. “What can I get for you?”
“Well, since I’m drinking, I think I should eat something.”
“Good idea. What would you like?”
“Filet mignon, medium rare with braised asparagus and garlic mashed potatoes,” I rattled off.
“As you wish.”
“Wait, I was kidding,” I jumped to say. “Can you really do that?”
“We can do whatever you’d like, Miss Harris.”
“Well, okay. Um, how about some hummus and pita, please?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“Thank you,” I said, and sat back on the sofa, taking another swig of my delicious drink.
Ten minutes later, the door opened, and a young, good-looking man walked in with my food. I saw the open door and glanced at him.
He smiled. “Please don’t try, Miss Harris. You won’t get far, and you’ll just make Mr. Carver angry.”
I scowled. “I think I could take you.”
“You could try.” He chuckled. “I see you found the Barrique de Ponciano Porfidio.”
“Huh?”
He pointed to the bottle of tequila.
“Oh, yes,” I said. “The tequila.”
“The two-thousand-dollar bottle of tequila.”
“Shut up!” I added in a whisper, “Is it really?”
He chuckled with a nod. “Enjoy your refreshments, Miss Harris.”
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