“Gonna share?”
“Probably not.” Asshole.
“Well, I don’t think I’ve ever scrubbed my hands so hard in my life,” Hadley’s vibrant voice says as she returns.
“Order whatever you like; I’ll be right back.” She appears disappointed, so I place my hand under her chin and lay a light kiss on her lips. Her immediate sigh gives me blue balls as I head back to my office to wash my hair.
I came to the club tonight to check on Peaches & Cream. See how it was running. It’s only been open a few months, and I wasn’t so sure this was the route I wanted to go, but now that I have, I know it was the right choice.
If only for the fact that I’ve met Hadley.
A fucking firecracker, that one.
How I’m going to let her go home tonight, I have no fucking clue. The idea of her out of my line of sight for more than a few minutes is daunting.
Running the water cold, I quickly wash my hair and towel dry it. I don’t give a shit about what it looks like because, if I have my way, Hadley’s fingers will be back in it again.
After checking the messages on my phone because it seems like I can never get away from the managers of my other clubs, I turn the device on silent and pocket it before leaving my office. As I enter the club again, I see Hadley and her escort are in a heated argument.
“Everything alright?” I ask over the pounding of the music. The girl spins, a scowl on her face, before throwing her body onto the couch. Not liking her upset state, I glare at her companion. “What’s the problem?”
He huffs as he stands. “She’s got a curfew.”
“Isn’t she eighteen?” I ask. He nods reluctantly. “Doesn’t that tend to mean she’s an adult then.” I don’t pose it as a question as I stroll over to her. Sitting down beside Hadley, I lift her into my lap so she’s straddling my hips. “How about you go call her folks, let them know she’s safe, but she’ll be late.”
Dismissing Bishop, my eyes roam Hadley’s frame. At the way she worries her lip between her teeth, pulls at the hem of her dress. I make her uncomfortable.
“You nervous, Hadley?” She won’t meet my stare. A minute ago, she was a seductive little siren, and now she’s an innocent lamb. “You want to leave me?” I won’t force her to stay, but I’m not exactly letting her out of my life either.
She leans forward. “This isn’t me.”
“What isn’t?” I turn my head slightly to look at her.
“I’m not a seductress. I don’t kiss guys that I just met. And frankly, I don’t trust men outside of my family very well.” I nod.
“Good. I don’t want you to be any of those things. But you need to know, little lamb….” Cupping her cheek in my hand, her breath hitches.
“Need to know what?”
“That you are mine, and no matter how fast or how far you run, I will give chase.” Her gasp creates the opening I need to kiss her again before allowing her to leave me for the night.
My biggest regret is that I didn’t get her number before she was swept away.