“Hey, handsome. Buy me one of what you’re having?”
Speak of the devil. He turned, a smile already forming. “Nina.”
“In the flesh.” That flesh was prominently displayed, all but overflowing the constraints of her short, black, jersey minidress. She leaned up to lick his cheek, making him laugh. “How’ve you been?”
He shifted toward her and mentally rearranged his plans for the evening. Nina was as low-maintenance as they came, part of why they’d been so good together. She liked sex as much as he did and didn’t get it all tangled up with love. From the flickers of arousal in her sea-green eyes, she’d come ready to play.
Worked for him.
He picked up her long, slim hand, laying it deliberately against his erection. “Hard.”
“Mmm, so I feel.” She curved her fingers, squeezing him. “Buy me that drink and we’ll see what we can do about that.”
Chapter Three
Kelly glanced at Alana as they pulled into Kink’s parking lot. “This is it?”
“Yep.” Alana grinned. “Behold the awesomeness.”
The building was a gray, nondescript box. Not that aesthetics seemed to matter—the parking lot was full. A black awning hung over the doorway and the three-deep line of patrons. Kelly squinted at the cavernous hole she assumed was the entrance.
“Looks kind of…” Shady was the word that came to mind, but then she remembered what sort of establishment it was. Probably looking shady was part of the appeal.
“You’ll love it.” Alana patted Kelly’s bare knee—which went with her equally bare pussy—and drove toward the last line of cars in the lot. “I always park in the same place, just in case the police show.” She paused. “What the hell?”
Kelly craned her neck to see what the problem was. She couldn’t see where Alana was staring, thanks to all the people strolling about as if they were on the beach rather than at an illicit sex club. Why weren’t they slinking around and trying to hide their faces? Was she the only one who found the concept of visiting a sex club blush-worthy? “What?”
“My space. Some creep took it.” Alana screeched the car to a halt in the nearest empty slot and yanked the key out of the ignition. “I’ve been here half a dozen times and no one ever takes it. Must not be my night.”
“Which space?”
“The one on the end. Closest to the side exit. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. We’re parked now.” She fluffed her curls, checked her teeth in the rearview mirror and smiled brightly. “Ready?”
Kelly looked. Looked again. She forced out the breath trapped in her throat. “No.”
The car in Lan’s space looked awfully familiar. Surely a lot of people drove red Acuras. Just because Spencer did too didn’t mean anything.
She just had him on the brain. That was all.
“Kel? What’s the problem?”
It was silly even to consider it might be him. Because there was absolutely no chance her straitlaced boss would hang out here. A down-and-dirty, illegal sex club? No way.
“Nothing.” It couldn’t be Spencer, and that was that.
She got out and followed Alana as quickly as she could in her high-heeled sandals. What choice did she have? She’d been dumb enough to agree to come along, so she’d slink inside, take a quick look around to say she had and hit the exit. She opened her tiny purse to dig out her wallet. Hopefully she had enough money for a couple of mixed drinks. They’d blunt her anxiety but not leave her hungover in the morning. Very important. She’d be damned if she had to fight a migraine all day at work.
Alana huffed out a breath. “There are hot guys all over the place. And I need to find my hot guy soon before I melt into a damn puddle.” Obviously reading Kelly’s torn expression, she tugged on her arm. “Can’t you just live a little? You program your sex, your meals, your exercise. You never get to work a minute late. You so need to get laid tonight. You need something.”
Maybe so, but sex was absolutely the last thing on her mind at the moment, other than the trouble her damn list was going to cause her if the wrong person happened upon it. Which was anyone, really. Especially if she’d lost the PDA at work—the most likely scenario. God, why hadn’t she thought to password protect the file? Was she really that stupid?
Yes, she was.
At the sudden prickle of heat behind her eyes, she glanced away from Alana and stared across the parking lot, the perfect angle to see the red sedan. Dammit, it even had a dent in the same place on the fender. She’d seen it just that morning when she’d parked behind him.
Holy fuck. Her boss, here. Looking for sex. Naughty sex, the kind best suited to explicit movies.
Kelly licked her lips. No damn way. Not Mr. All Business, 24/7. It was even more improbable than her being here. Forget improbable, try impossible.