Nina screamed like the room was a stage. Rhett kept his eyes open and empty and drove into her until the club became a blur of neon and smoke. For a few ugly, perfect seconds it worked. There was only the tight heat of her, the bite of his belt against his hip, the way her fingers clawed at the felt. Then Harper walked in….it must be her first time resuming in the main club.
She stopped just inside the doorway, took in the scene with one long, disgusted look, and did not bother lowering her voice.
Rhett turned and Harper looked between them with open disgust.
"Rhett, you're a public dog. Declan has enough crap on his plate without having to clean up after your latest disaster."
Rhett's jaw clenched as she walked past him.
“Well,” Harper said, loud enough that half the bar turned, “ I
