Any heat that’d swirled through me moments before evaporated like piss on snow. “What the fuck. Who is that?” It wasn’t Kara’s boyfriend. “Kara!” I slipped free of Damien’s grasp and walked for the VIP section.
A bouncer stepped in front of me. “Ma’am, this is an off—ah, Mr. Woods.”
“She’s with me.” Damien slid a hand into the small of my back, and the rope lifted.
“Like hell I am,” I growled, marching up the steps toward my twin sister, who was too busy tongue-fucking the suited guy’s mouth to notice me coming.
This was the trouble with Damien Woods. The minute he appeared in the picture, everything and everyone was drawn into his orbit and lost their damn minds. And now, my sister had been sucked into his vortex.
And so have you.
5 Damien
Had I planned to run into her here? Abso-fucking-lutely not.
Was that a lie? Yes.
I needed Hazel. She didn’t know it yet, but she needed me too, and not just in her bed and between her legs.
Getting her here had been easy. All it had taken was a call to one of my many contacts who’d given me her sister’s name, number, and plans—to audition for an upcoming commercial. A buyout had afforded Kara, said sister, with the part, and me with her in the VIP booth so I could get Hazel here.
Hazel in her skimpy black dress with its incredibly low neckline. Her ass was a thing of wonder still, but I forced myself to calm the fuck down. I hadn’t stalked the shit out of her to get into her pants. That was easily done. No, having her here was… a necessity.
She was the only woman I’d trust to help me with my little situation. And she was the only woman desperate enough to say yes.
Time will tell.
“Kara!” Hazel stomped to a halt in front of her twin sister—identical to her, but, somehow, not as attractive to me. “Kara, stop.” Hazel lifted her glittery black clutch and tapped her sister on the head with it.
Kara, who’d been attached to one of my business acquaintances, Jason, extricated herself from his groping. Miracles did happen—I’d figured it would take a surgical procedure to separate them. Kara sprang up the minute she realized it was her sister knocking. Thankfully, Kara wasn’t drunk. “Hazey!” She threw her arms around Hazel’s neck. “Hazey, you came.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Hazel screeched over the music. “Are you insane? Who is this guy? What are you doing here with… with Damien?” The last part came out hesitant, but I still heard it.
I stood next to Hazel, watching the interaction. Man, she’d changed, but she hadn’t at the same time. She was just as sexy and nerdy and sweet and all the other shit in between that made me want to take her in my arms and fuck up her entire life.
But that wasn’t on the cards.
Kara had been muttering something to her sister, but she straightened now, giving her a defiant look. “I’m staying,” she said. “It’s a good night, Haze. I got the audition. I did it. I’m going to be a friggin’ toothpaste superstar.”
“That’s not a thing,” Hazel replied.
“You’re so judgmental.” Kara jabbed a finger at her sister. “You always think I’m the irresponsible, bad one but the minute I do something cool… you’re just jealous.”
“Jealous.” Hazel folded her arms, pressing her breasts together. I didn’t stare. Not too much anyway. “I am not jealous, Kara. I’m concerned about you. Where’s Timmy?”
“We broke up,” Kara spat. “And I don’t care where he is. Look, either you’re here to celebrate with me, or you can just—leave.” She plopped down in Jason’s lap again and proceeded to explore the back of his throat with her tongue.
Hazel glared at her sister, but Kara was oblivious.
“Kara, we need to go,” she said. “You’re not in your right mind.”
Her sister ignored her.
I placed a couple fingers in the small of Hazel’s back, blessing the thin silk that gave me a hint of the warmth of the skin underneath. Christ, it was a blessing that I couldn’t sleep with her now.
“Leave her,” I said. “Let her have some fun, Hazel. She deserves a break, don’t you think?”
Hazel spun toward me, her chin rising, her lips glossy and kissable. “You don’t know her,” she snapped. “You don’t know anything about her or me.”
“That can change.”
“I told you to go fuck yourself, right?”
“Hmm. Something along those lines. Not that I’ll ever need to ‘fuck myself,’ as you so eloquently put it.”
“Right.” Hazel nodded. “Right. Because you can get pussy at the drop of a hat.”
“With a look.” I held her gaze. I’d never heard her say the word ‘pussy’ before. She’d definitely changed. Shit, of course she had. She was a grown-ass woman, and she was ready to chew my head off. I liked that. Backbone, defiance, desire—a combination that made for amazing sex.
Stop it, dickwad.
“Look,” I said, slowly, “You can leave if you want, but you’ll only be leaving her here with Jason.” I cast a look at my business acquaintance. “And with me. I’ll promise you that I’ll get her back to her apartment safely.”
“As if I’d believe that,” she replied.
“Then you only have one option,” I said. “Stay. Here.”
Her jaw worked.
“I’ll make sure both of you get home safe.”
“I don’t need your help,” she replied.
“I’m guessing you got here in a cab?”
Her lack of answer was all the confirmation I needed.
“And you know that Kara here isn’t going to want to go home with you right now. I can’t imagine feeding her into a cab is on your list of ‘shit I want to do on a Friday night.’”
“It’s been years, but you’re still insufferable,” Hazel said, her breasts still pressed together in that completely delectable fashion.
“Right. I’m still right.” I offered her a cocky grin. “Sit with me for a drink. Let your sister have her
