“Oh, while I have your undivided attention,” I state, drawing his not-so-undivided attention back toward me. “Your men are getting restless. Apparently we need to talk about the charity fundraiser so they can put that task behind them and enjoy the rest of the night. We can chat, eat, then you can continue with your performance issues. I do always love seeing the dancers service the easy extras with decent pay.”
Kal stands, tucks himself away, and Josie staggers upward. Then, just like his father, he simply forgets she is there, zipping up and jerking his head toward Baylor who then shoots to his feet and joins us in leaving the office, arm once again around my shoulder.
Except on the exit, the four of us run smack into Coty.
Three brooding men in leather is too much for poor Josie.
In a blink, she is gone.
Coty glares at the spot where Baylor draws circles against my sun-kissed shoulder with his pale fingers. I have always loved the pretty color contrast of our skin tones. That light touch also serves as a reminder of my love for having his hands on me.
Nevertheless, my suitor is displeased by the bold display. Which I also love.
Little goosebumps rise under Baylor’s touch, and my core tightens from Coty’s penetrating glare, creating a dangerous cocktail of inappropriately-timed lust.
Coty snaps out of the challenging staring contest with Baylor to state, “We need to talk. Kal. Bay. Cash should probably be in on this as well, but I might kill him if I have to continue putting up with his smug ass right now.”
Baylor drops his hand from around my shoulders, and I duck past Coty, but he snags me around the bicep before I can get out of reach.
Our eyes meet. He lets go and brings his watch up to eye level. The super nice marine watch I gifted him that he always wears. Around me at least — all the time if the slightly frayed band is any indicator. Fingers pressing the buttons along the side, he explains, “At midnight your ‘extra services’ expire. When this alarm goes off, Zane is shit out of luck. One second past twelve, you become mine. For fucking good.”
I turn from him and walk away, stealing one last glance over my shoulder as he closes the office door.