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Sparkles of gold caught his attention.
In the middle of a sea of writhing bodies, she stood out. A shining star. Gorgeous. Stunning.
And quite possibly the worst dancer he’d ever seen.
He winced as she stumbled into someone. A surge of anger filled him as the guy she’d banged into danced up against her. She turned and shook her head, stepping away from him.
Gray tightened his hands around the rail as he leaned over, watching.
If that asshole did anything . . .
Well, he’d been looking for someone to work out his frustration on.
But the guy moved back, hands up.
Probably for the best. He shouldn’t start a fight in the middle of the nightclub. Although, he could always pull that fucker out the back and take care of him.
Gray glanced around The Edge, one of the legitimate businesses that his boss, Drew Markovich, owned.
Last night, Markovich had been shot at outside the back of Suck ‘n Blow, another bar he owned.
He could have been killed. It was Gray’s job to keep him safe, and he’d nearly failed.
So now he was here, looking to burn off some of the anger riding him.
Not by dancing.
But a fight or fuck would do it.
He watched her move. Her hips swaying. Her long, dark hair flowed down her back, nearly reaching her ass.
Made him wonder what she’d look like as she rode him. Or as he twisted her hair around his fist while he guided her mouth over his cock.
Fuck.
Reaching down, he adjusted himself. No one could see him up here as the VIP area was above the dance floor.
But he could see her just fine.
The Edge wasn’t somewhere he usually came to find a woman. He preferred to go to Hooks and Cuffs, the local BDSM club. He’d find a sub to scene with. To fuck. Occasionally, he fucked women outside the club scene. But he always made sure that they knew the score first.
He wasn’t looking for forever. Or anything beyond one night.
He watched as Goldie stumbled again. Drunk? Or just clumsy?
This was stupid. He should go to Hooks and Cuffs and find a sub to take care of his hard dick.
Instead, he watched as another asshole approached her. Motherfucker was pushier. Just as Gray was about to storm his way down here, the bastard backed off.
Fuck.
Watching her was bad for his blood pressure. She was definitely an asshole magnet. He understood why they were approaching her. While she might be a terrible dancer, there was something in the way she lost herself to the music. She gave it her everything.
Goldie suddenly started making her way off the dance floor. Toilet? Drink?
His gaze narrowed as she headed for the front door. Where were her friends? Fuck. Had she really come here alone?