I didn't care.
I left the security room and made my way down the hall out into the main area of the club. I made a beeline to Noah and Natalie, occasionally smiling and stopping to make sure everyone was having a good time. But my focus was squarely on her.
When I reached the bar, Noah turned and grinned, giving me a pat on the shoulder. "Hey Hunter, we were just talking about you."
My gaze was squarely on Natalie. "All good I hope."
Noah laughed. "We were talking about how well you fit your name."
I frowned, not sure what he meant by that.
"Anyways, I found a wayward employee here and was keeping an eye on her for you."
"I can keep an eye on her for myself. Thank you," I said and then immediately regretted it. I didn't need him to know that I was having some weird sort of attraction to her.
Noah laughed and then taking his drink wandered off.
"You never struck me as a woman about town," I said, waving to the bartender for him to get me a drink.
Natalie laughed derisively. "I don't, but I know you do."
My gaze went back to her, wondering what she meant. But I was particularly intrigued by the venom in her voice and the anger in her eyes.
I was curious about it, but didn't want to talk to her about it in front of all my staff. "Let’s go back to the VIP room and we can chat."
I fully expected her to say no, so I was surprised when she shrugged and then indicated that she’d follow me.
I led her back to one of the smaller rooms that offered a bit more privacy. I opened the door, letting her in ahead of me and then I shut it behind me, locking it so that we wouldn't be disturbed, until I wanted to be.
"What are you doing here?" I asked her.
"I was curious if what I heard about you was true."
“What have you heard?" I asked. I noticed that neither of us were taking a seat. We stood facing off like boxers dancing around each other.
"I heard this is your favorite place to come looking for women. I was curious if you're going to be here tonight, especially after what happened today."
I studied her over my drink as I took a sip. A part of me felt guilty, like I was somehow betraying her, except that was ridiculous. She turned me down. So, what the hell did she care what I was doing?
"What does it matter? You're not interested in me. You turned me down. So what's it to you?"
She leaned a little closer to me. “This is exactly why I turned you down. I know what no strings attached means. It also means nonexclusive. I don’t want to be just another one of your bimbos on your bedpost."
I felt anger and something else skittering with tension under my skin. My job ticked and I took a moment to figure out how I wanted to respond. "I'm surprised you have such a low opinion of women who feel free to express their sexuality in the way they want. I thought you were more of a feminist and free spirit than that."
Her gray eyes flashed with wild heat and I had an image of grabbing her, stripping her and fucking her on the table here. To make sure that didn't happen, I shoved my free hand in my pocket and gripped my drink tighter.
"The point is, you seemed to suggest today that there was some unusual chemistry going on between us. But in the end, I'm no different than any other woman. I'm not interested in being like all the others that you use to stroke your ego."
I took a step closer to her, telling myself it was out of frustration and not this crazy attraction that was building deep in my groin.
"You're nothing like other women. I can't fucking get you out of my mind." And then because I couldn't help myself, I set my glass down and closed the distance between us, inches only, and fused my lips to hers. I half expected her to push me away and slap me. I almost wished she had, because I hated feeling this unrelenting need to have her. She had some sort of control over me and I didn't like it.
But she didn't push me away. When her free hand went to my chest, instead of a shove, her fingers gripped my shirt and tugged me closer. Her mouth slanted and opened, and I was helpless to do anything but thrust my tongue inside her mouth to taste her yet again.
I let out a frustrated growl as my hands slid over her waist to her back and down to squeeze her ass and pull her up against my hard raging dick. “You make me fucking crazy." I think it was what I said to her the last time I kissed her like this, but they were the only words that I could form in my head.
"Stop talking," she demanded. She set her drink aside, and her hands undid the buttons of my shirt and then she ran the warm softness of them over my chest making me groan.