She felt like a silly schoolgirl. But darn, it was nice. The bouncer gave him a respectful nod as they approached.
Maybe he managed this place for his boss.
The bouncer opened the door and Gray started walking up the stairs. She paused, tugging at his hand as she turned to the bouncer.
“Hi!”
He stared down at her in shock, then away. She didn’t let that hurt her feelings. Well, she tried not to.
“I’m Maeve.”
Still nothing. He looked over her head at Gray.
“Maeve, what are you doing?” Gray asked.
“I just wanted to say thanks for helping with that guy earlier. I mean, I think he was harmless, but it was still nice of you to step in.” She held her thumb up. “Well done. Great job. And I like your shirt. It’s very, uh, black.”
The man blinked. Stared at her some more, then looked away.
Well. That was kind of rude.
But maybe he wasn’t good at talking to people either.
Aww. She knew how that was. Sympathy filled her.
“Come on, girl. Stop hassling Brooks.”
“I wasn’t hassling him. Was I?” She followed Gray up the stairs, nearly having to run to keep up with his long legs. By the time they got to the top she was breathing heavily. “Whoa, where’s the fire?”
He stared at her for a moment. Then grabbing her around the waist, he spun her and pressed her back against the wall. He moved his hands to the wall on either side of her head.
Okay, then.
This was sexy.
She liked seeing him like this. All take-charge. It was hot. Not typically something she went for. Although that was more of a trust thing.
While she might not know him that well, she didn’t think he would hurt her.
He’d saved her. He was her hero.
“Maybe I just wanted to get you alone,” he murmured. “And all to myself. And to stop you giving other men compliments.”
“I wasn’t doing that! I was just telling him that he did a good job. And that he had a nice black shirt.”
“Shut up, girl.” It wasn’t said in a mean way.
She licked her lips. “There’s still a nightclub filled with people downstairs, we’re not exactly alone.”
“Yes, but up here, you’re all mine.”
Okay, that shouldn’t send a shiver through her. But it did.
Whoa. That was hot. And dominant. She liked that a bit too much.
Didn’t mean that he meant she was his for anything more than tonight. She wasn’t silly. It wasn’t a commitment. And just because he might like a bit of control, didn’t mean he was a Dominant. He was just obviously a guy who knew what he wanted. And wasn’t afraid to go for it.
Yep, that was sexy as . . . as something sexy that she couldn’t think of right now. She licked her lips and he groaned.