Part 7 (1/2)
”Really, I don't think we're anything alike.” King's mouth tightened at the thought of his son-in-law.
Evie burst out laughing as Ashley set the gla.s.ses of expensive whiskey down in front of them. ”If you didn't have a stick up your a.s.s where he's concerned, you could be best friends.” She took a drink of the whiskey.
Her glistening lips were more than he could resist. He leaned down, catching her mouth with his own.
Evie jerked her mouth away from his. ”Stop flirting with me, King.”
”Why? I think you're s.e.xy as h.e.l.l.”
”You also think I'm a wh.o.r.e.” She downed her drink when he remained quiet. ”You're a real b.a.s.t.a.r.d.”
”Yes, but since when did you only f.u.c.k nice guys?” King snapped his mouth closed. He couldn't keep from antagonizing the woman. Her fiery spirit gave him a respite from the ennui he had been experiencing for the last year.
She leaned closer to him, her hand running up the length of his thigh under the table. His c.o.c.k jerked in l.u.s.t, thickening behind his suit's pants as her fingers traced over the outline before cupping it in her hand.
”I've known men like you my whole life. Men who think only a man deserves s.e.xual satisfaction. Even those goody-two-shoes b.i.t.c.hes who see me on the back of one of the men's bikes will call me s.l.u.t because it's too mortifying to admit even to themselves that I'm getting laid and enjoying every minute of it. I'm fairly young and having fun. I play with people who feel the same, just wanting our freedom. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?”
King shook his head no, gritting his teeth in pain because her hand had tightened on each word until his c.o.c.k was clutched in a grip that threatened to break his composure. ”I see your point.”
”I hope you do,” Evie said, releasing his c.o.c.k to pick up her drink.
”Have you eaten? You're going to get sick with that on an empty stomach.”
”I had dinner before I came. Besides, it'll take more than three gla.s.ses of whiskey to get me drunk.”
”Good.”
”Why?”
”Because I don't f.u.c.k a woman when she's drunk.”
”I'm not going to f.u.c.k you,” she snapped. ”I don't even like you!”
”You like everyone you ever f.u.c.ked?”
”Yes.”
”Then I'll be the first,” King said, finis.h.i.+ng his drink. ”Let me show you the rest of the club.”
He thought for a minute she would refuse, but she slid out of the booth. King moved to the side of the room where windows looked into the private rooms and pulled Evie closer for a better look. Inside the room, Jazz was giving a lap dance.
The sultry dancer was standing over the client with a leg on the side of his chair while she ground her b.r.e.a.s.t.s into his chest. Her a.s.s was swaying to the beat of the music King and Evie couldn't hear.
”The room is soundproof,” he offered, seeing the question in her eyes.
Jazz straightened imperceptibly, raising her arms to place behind her head. She lifted and tossed her hair around as her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, covered only in a small pasty at her nipples, swung in front of his mouth.
”Why is the other curtain pulled over that room?” Evie pointed to the room next to the one they were looking through.
”The client wanted privacy.” The red room had a separate entrance from downstairs that the client was given a special key to. The lap dancer was given a door code only she knew at the time of the appointment. The dances involved no clothes on the dancer and touching was allowed, of course. The dancer's fee skyrocketed at the added services. The elite in town didn't mind paying his prices for their privacy, though.
”Let me show you my other rooms.” King took her arm, walking her across the crowded floor where there was a set of three doors. King keyed in a number, opening the door in the middle and allowing Evie to go first. His hand on her back gave her a gentle nudge forward.
”I've got it, Trey. Take a break.” The large man who provided security stood up from the stool he was sitting on and left the room. King leaned back against the wall, studying Evie as she took in what was going on in the two rooms.
The room they were standing in was the size of a large closet. There were two doors that each led into the two separate rooms. King was sure it was what was going on in the two rooms that had her mouth dropping open; each opulent bedroom had occupants having s.e.x. King crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her reaction.
A feral grin came to his lips when he saw her nipples tighten and she s.h.i.+fted her weight. Her unconscious movements aroused King's predatory instincts.
”Is this supposed to turn me on?” Evie turned back to face him, taking him by complete surprise. ”Sorry, I don't get turned on by women getting paid to take it up the a.s.s. Nor being paid to pretend to be a high schooler.” Her eyes narrowed on his. ”She is pretending, isn't she?”
”Of course, I don't deal in kids. What kind of man do you take me for?”
”Someone who would make a dime off someone taking it up the a.s.s,” she replied sarcastically.
When King came off the wall with lethal intent, her eyes widened. The b.i.t.c.h had finally realized she had pushed him too far.
”For your information, the one being paid in that room is Rory, not the woman. She's a housewife who's not getting what she needs from her tight-a.s.sed husband.
”It's taken me several years to work out a system that benefits my clients and my workers. They don't walk the streets or get hurt by someone because that's how that sicko gets off. I provide safe, monitored rooms that are clean and clients are checked out before they are even touched. So I take my cut? It's a lot less than anyone else would take, and they don't have to worry if they'll still be breathing afterward.”
Evie didn't apologize for her harsh words, but she lost the accusing look from her eyes.
King's hand went to the back of her neck, bringing her to his chest. ”Everyone should be allowed to fulfill their fantasy.” His lips traced across the line of her jaw until he came to her mouth, taking it with his. Her lips parted under the pressure and he took advantage, his tongue sliding into the silky warmth of her mouth. She tasted like the expensive whiskey she had just drunk.
King groaned, leaning into her further, bracing his weight with a hand on the wall behind her. He again took advantage of her hesitation, controlling the kiss, using years of experience with women to raise her desire. When he smelled the sweet scent of her arousal, he took his mouth away, tracing his mouth to the delicate sh.e.l.l of her ear. ”What's your fantasy, Evie?”
Chapter 9.
Evie put her hands on his chest, giving herself breathing room. ”I don't have one.”
”Everyone has a fantasy.”
”I don't. I keep my feet planted in reality.” Evie moved away from his touch, going out the door without waiting.
”That can't be much fun.” King came up from behind her, taking her arm.
”It's time I left.”
”I'll give you a ride.”
”I'm going to leave the same way I came-in a taxi.” Evie refused his offer, not wanting to spend any more time with him until she could rebuild her guard.
King took his phone out of his pocket while leading her to the door of the VIP room. ”Bring the car to the front.”