in his pocket for the slip of paper and squinted at the scrawled handwriting, tilting it toward a low light behind the bar where he stood.
Bax’s Club
9:30 PM
Sara will be in the black dress. She owes you.
Just like when he’d found the note on his car, his cock twitched. He’d remembered what she’d looked like on the edge of the bed in that hotel room weeks ago, full lips stretched around him. He wanted that again, and then he wanted those legs wrapped around him as he pounded her into the wall.
He was surprised as hell that she prompted this. In Ethan’s kitchen, she’d looked scared, a hint of vulnerability creeping in when she firmly told him this wouldn’t happen again. But here they were, about to play out the rest of their sir-maid fantasy. Or at least, he was here. Chloe had yet to show.
And fuck if Grant couldn’t wait. He shoved the note back into his pants pocket and downed the rest of his rum and Coke. As he set the empty glass on the bar, a pair of fingers slipped through his belt buckle and tugged.
He whirled around, prepared to tell whomever was touching him that he was waiting for someone.
But his mouth went dry and fell open when he stared into Chloe’s green eyes. The colored light behind the bar gave them an eerie, inhuman look. She’d lined them thickly with eyeliner and her lips were a bright red.
He’d seen a lot of little black dresses in his life, but none even came close to the scrap of material Chloe was wearing. Her breasts were plumped up, spilling out over the top. He balled his fists when all he wanted to do was pull down the neckline, let those breasts pop out so he could see her pretty pink nipples.
The dress was skintight and barely covered her ass. It shimmered in the rotating strobe light of the DJ booth, the material appearing to have a metallic sheen. Most of her gorgeous thighs were bared to his gaze. He homed in on those delicate anklebones that intrigued him so, showed off in a pair of silver stilettos.
Her hair was straight, her bangs brushing along the top of her long black lashes, and she clutched a small red bag.
He met her emerald gaze again, having a hard time reconciling this siren with the meek woman he’d eaten dinner with earlier in the week.
She was the same though, he knew. And this was her idea. And he was a sucker for letting her think she could hide from him, but if role-playing was the only way he could get close to her, he’d take it. For now.
Her palm cupped him through his pants, and he leaned down so she could speak in his ear. “Thought about you all day, sir. How would you like to be repaid for the time I wasted?”
He was growing in her hand, hardening as she stroked him through the material. “I expect payment to be made on your knees, Sara.”
Her breath caught in his ear, and then a small hand slipped in his. He was led away from the bar, away from the dance floor, and down a hallway. They walked past the bathrooms and he thought about questioning her, but he was too mesmerized by the way her ass moved in front of him, the sound of her heels clicking on the tile floor, as she led him down one dark hallway after another.
He wanted to leave breadcrumbs in their wake to show him the way back. Although something told him, after this night, he might never find his way back to the way things were.
And that didn’t scare him like it should have. Instead, he followed this woman, this beautiful woman who confused him and turned him on. Who responded so well to his hands and tongue and cock.
He followed her because in that moment, there was no other option in his mind.
She tested a couple of doors, jiggling the knobs until she found one that gave way. She pulled him inside and shut the door behind them, pushing him backward until his shoulders touched the door.
A light flickered on and he blinked at the source of it, which was a naked bulb screwed into a ceiling fixture. Chloe stood before him, nipping at his jawline. He grabbed the back of her head firmly and brought her mouth to his. He bit her lips and licked into her mouth. She made small,