She pales.
“A real sack of shit?” I ask, lightly tucking a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. “You want to tell me about him?” It’s easy for me to lightly trace my fingers along her cheek as I drop my hand. She doesn’t pull away from me and I feel my lower abs clench together as I think about pushing her up against the bar.
She’s a really little thing, and there’s no way that she could pup up much of a fight. The thought of shoving her into the bar and getting my hands under that dress make my pulse race.
She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can respond, her friend pushes her into me.
“You! You’re the perfect one to help us celebrate! Do you know how we can get into the back room here? I heard that it’s amazing and the perfect place for hanging out without it being too loud.”
Eva pulls away and grabs her friend. “I’m so sorry,” she tells me. “She…I guess she drank before we got here and she’s obsessed with getting into the back room. I have no idea what she’s talking about, really, but we’ll leave you alone.”
The last thing that I wanted was this little beauty to leave me alone. I haven’t taken a woman to bed in a long damn time, but now that I’d laid eyes on Eva, there wasn’t any chance that I was going to let her just disappear.
I growl a little and run my hand through my hair. What I really want to do is twist my hand into her hair and pin her in place while I run my tongue up her neck. My cock is throbbing urgently now and I have to focus on her face to keep from doing something rash.
But yeah, I knew how to get into the back room. My family owns the Claw and Crown, and the back room is reserved just for official business. Girls aren’t official business, everyone knows that, but I’d never seen a girl like Eva before.
“I’ll take you to the back room,” I tell them. Eva shivers under my gaze and I graze my fingers down her shoulder and her arm. She’s covered with goosebumps, but when I take her into the back room, I know that I can warm her up.
“Really?” The drunk friend looks overjoyed, but before we can even move from the bar, she turns and throws up. I pull Eva out of the way, easily lifting her small frame and tucking her close to me to move her. Her heart is beating wildly and I can feel it pounding against my chest.
“Get her out of here!” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, two members of our cleanup crew are at my side. One lifts her in a fireman’s carry and heads to the door while the other cleans the floor. “Check her wallet,” I call after him, “and get her home safe.”
“What about me?” Eva struggles a little to get out of my grasp and I put her down, but I don’t let her go. Now that I’ve seen her, I have no interest in letting her out of my sight again.
“You and I are going to the back room,” I tell her. “I heard from a drunk little bird that you have some celebrating to do.”
Chapter 3
Eva
What the hell just happened?
I’d planned for a fun night out with Cherie, but in the first five minutes of us getting to the exclusive Claw and Crown, she’d thrown up on the floor, I’d been eye-fucked by literally the hottest guy I’d ever seen, and now I was following him to the back room.
Honestly, I have no real idea what goes on in the back room, but any excuse to get out of the thudding music they’re playing in the main area of the bar sounds good to me.
At the door to the back room I pause, and the guy holding my hand looks back at me before smirking and pulling me forward. It feels like my feet were moving on their own accord. Each step is taking me closer to doing something that I’m sure I should be doing, but I don’t give a shit.
I want this guy. His dark eyes make me shiver and I feel a longing rise up in me that I hadn’t felt in a long damn time. When he pulled me close and held me against his chest? Damn, the throbbing between my legs grows stronger and I have to clench them together. I feel my heat getting wet just looking at him.
This is the problem with being alone for so long. You start to go a little crazy and even do stupid shit like go into a back room with the sexiest guy alive. I pause, wanting to get a really good look at him before I follow him into the closed room.
He is impeccable dressed, with a custom suit that is perfectly tailored and looks like it probably cost more than I make in a month. Scratch that, two months. The watch he wears has a huge face and peeks out from the cuff of his shirt, and I can see gorgeous cufflinks twinkling there.
It’s not just a watch that peeked out at me from his cuffs. I can see some tattoos there, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s completely covered. Uptight lawyer obsessed with the tattooed bad guy is such a cliché, but I can’t help it.
Besides, I’m not a lawyer anymore. I’m a waitress, and the last time I checked, waitresses can have a lady boner for any guy they wanted without people giving them a second look.
“You coming?” The guy’s voice throbs through my core, and I look up at his face.
