Sin of Silence (Sinner's Empire #1) - Nikita Slater Page 0,59

Instead of greeting her though, he gripped her arm and turned her so quickly she stumbled on her heels. As she caught herself, she straightened and realized that he was signing at her security team.

This dress is not appropriate. You should not have allowed her to come here like this. Everyone is looking at her.

Shaun frowned and glanced over her shoulder, worried that maybe she was underdressed. She quickly dismissed the thought though. The dress she was wearing was revealing, but not more so than any other in the room. In fact, she rather thought her dress was perfectly appropriate in a room filled with glitz and glamour where the patrons oozed sex.

She tugged on Jozef’s arm. "I don't see the problem." She waved her hand toward the other people in the club. "I'm just the same as anyone else here."

You are not the same, and this dress is indecent. I will be speaking to my cousins for allowing this purchase.

His frown lingered on her plunging neckline where the shimmering silver stood out in startling contrast next to her rich ebony skin. She realized what his problem was. Jealousy. He didn't want anyone else to see her dressed that way. A glow lit within her and she softened toward him… just a little.

She tugged her arm from his grip and laid her hand on top of his, squeezing lightly. "I feel good in this dress, Jozef. I've worn scrubs for my entire adult life, please let me have this little bit of glamour."

His lake-blue eyes held hers. She saw the softening in them and knew that she had him. He placed his hand over top of hers where it rested on his arm and escorted her deeper into the club. Shaun was not prepared for all the eyes that turned toward them, burning curiosity in most of their depths, outright hostility in others.

She clung tightly to Jozef and followed him as they weaved their way through the throng of people. He didn't pause, though a few called out to him, trying to get him to stop. Shaun glanced around, but Jozef’s grip was tight and he moved at a dizzying pace. They continued together up a set of short stairs which led into the VIP area. Long royal blue velvet curtains were tied back, revealing several tables.

Jozef waved Shaun toward a booth and she slid in, grateful to get off her feet. It was a miracle she hadn't fallen on her face in front of everyone.

The waitress sashayed her way up the steps and into the VIP area. "What can I get for you?" she asked coolly, her eyes on Shaun.

Shaun glanced around and saw that Jozef already had a drink at the table. He must've arrived well before she did.

"I'll have a glass of wine." Shaun didn't drink often, and she never went to clubs, so she had no idea what kind of drink was appropriate for a place like this.

Apparently, she’d said the wrong thing. The waitress narrowed her eyes at Shaun and said coldly, “There are many wines available, ma’am. You must choose one.”

"I don't know." Shaun glanced around as though a menu would jump out at her. She was so far out of her depth that she had no idea what to do. What varieties of wine did they have in the Czech Republic? The same as the ones in Canada? Not that that would help her much. She tended to buy the cheap red ones, regardless of what variety they were. Sometimes she liked them, sometimes she didn't, but there was no rhyme or reason to her choices in wine.

Before she could answer, or before the waitress could say anything else snarky, Jozef’s hand came down on the table so hard both women jumped. Some of the liquid in his drink spilled over the side onto his hand, but he ignored it. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the waitress, tiny droplets of liquor flying, his glare speaking for him. He wasn't pleased with the way she was treating his fiancé.

The waitress’s expression shifted rapidly into one of pleasant contrition. She kept her gaze on the floor as she spoke, her tone marginally warmer. “We have a lovely burgundy, direct from the region in France. I think you'll like it."

"Sure, I'll take that." Shaun hoped that nothing terrible found its way into her wine. The whole exchange was making her uncomfortable.

When the waitress left, she took the unpleasant atmosphere with her, leaving Jozef and