“Well, ah—” She licks her lips, her eyes darting around. Oh, little rabbit, it’s too late now. Your destiny has already been decided.
“I’ll get you a drink.” I trail my fingers down her bare arms, wanting to feel more of her softness. When I reach her hand, I take it. “Come,” I order, not waiting for a response. I don’t need one. This is my club, hell, my f*****g city.
“Heels!” she squeaks, almost falling again. I grab a hold of her, pulling her to my side.
“Champagne,” I bark at one of the bartenders and nod toward my upstairs office, which overlooks the whole club, before I practically drag the small thing toward it. I ignore the quick, hidden glances I receive from a few of my men. I can’t blame them; this isn’t something they’ve ever seen me do.
It’s not till we’re in my office tha
