Gray didn’t chase women. He didn’t come to a club just hoping to run into them.
And yet here he was. In the VIP area of The Edge, hoping she’d be here.
He could have gone to Hooks and Cuffs and found a sub to play with. Instead, he was here, looking for her.
A week had passed since he’d dropped her off in that shithole of a boarding house. He hadn’t liked that. The urge to pick her up and carry her out of that place had been strong. Which is why he’d made himself walk away.
He couldn’t afford to get close to anyone. He needed to keep away from her. From temptation.
Right. So that’s why you’ve done three drive-bys of her building this week? And it’s why you’re here at The Edge instead of doing something . . . anything else?
He’d been unable to get her out of his mind. It was ridiculous.
If anything, where she lived looked worse in the daylight, and every time he’d driven past he’d nearly had a coronary over it.
What was she doing in a place like that? Who the fuck was meant to be looking after her?
He tightened his hold on the railing. She wasn’t coming.
Why the fuck hadn’t he taken her phone number when he’d had the chance?
Because you’re an idiot who thinks he doesn’t deserve anything nice.
Well, he didn’t. He’d lived most of his life breaking the law, doing things that would likely have Maeve running the other way screaming. No way she would want him if she knew the truth.
Who said you’d have to tell her?
A quick fuck, then leave.
He turned away, ready to leave when he caught a glimpse of gold in the crowd.
There she was.
* * *
Maeve danced,trying to lose herself in the beat. But for some reason, that sense of peace that generally came over her when she danced wasn’t there tonight.
Why not?
Maybe it was because she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Silly Maeve.
He’s a complication you don’t need. All you need is your vibrator. It’s safer.
Except she didn’t want her vibrator. She wanted him.
Urgh, she was an idiot. She should just go home. In an Uber.
Yep, no walking down dark streets for her tonight.
Suddenly, the feeling of being watched came over her. But instead of a cold chill, she felt heated. As though someone was caressing her. Touching her in all the right places.
She turned, looking around. Her breath caught as she spotted him standing on the dance floor. Shock filled her.
You hoped he’d be here.
Yeah, but she hadn’t dared believe that he might be.