[B.S. #2] Bound to Cyn (6 page)

Chase seemed to spot him just then and made his way down the steps and through the few patrons in the bar to his side.

“What the hell are you doing here? You’re the last person I’d expected to see in a place like this. I thought you didn’t believe in this lifestyle,” Angel said as soon as Chase was close enough to hear him.

Chase stopped beside Angel but kept scanning the room. “I was bored with staying behind my desk after I had a taste of your and James’s lifestyle. I decided to check more into this latest venture. After hearing Clay talk about the woman he met here, I thought maybe I could get lucky. So, here I am. Maybe I can help?”

Angel looked Chase up and down, taking in his attire. He was dressed in a three-piece suit and by god he even had a stickpin in his tie. He stood out like an alien in this place. In fact, people were starting to look at them. And that’s the last thing Angel wanted if he was to blend in and remain inconspicuous. This unexpected interest could blow all that. Reaching out, Angel grabbed Chase by one of his lapels and gave him a shake, forcing his wide eyes away from his people watching, and back to him.

“Chase, look at me. How did you get in here? I know you don’t have a membership and wouldn’t want one anyway. So tell me.” Angel gave Chase another shake and tried to look mad but couldn’t quite manage it. Hell, he liked Chase. He was like a bad little brother that stuck his nose in places it didn’t belong. And James would never forgive him if anything happened to him. James and Chase might fight but were tight, as brothers tended to be. So Angel just straightened up to his full height. He had a couple inches on Chase.

It didn’t seem to intimidate Chase, who looked him up and down asking him, with a straight face.” What are you dressed up for? Halloween is months away.”

Angel had to laugh. Why did he even try? Chase was always ready with a smart remark and not many people could top him.

“Let’s get back to the question of how you got in here? I even had to take out a membership to get in the door, and we are on a case. So fess up. With your devious mind I’m sure you came up with something.”

“Oh nothing devious, I assure you. Unless you think the president on the hundred-dollar bills that I handed out had something devious hiding in their background. I just flashed his face around a few times and voila! Suddenly I was allowed entrance into…well I don’t know exactly what I stepped into.” Looking around again, he admired the women walking around in next to nothing. “I must admit, I might have been wrong about this lifestyle. If you can come to a place like this and admire the scenery, it might just be worth having a membership.”

Angel had heard enough and had to get Chase out of here fast. People were now not only looking at Chase but were also starting to point. Latching onto his arm, Angel dragged a still gawking Chase back up the steps and through the door into the entrance, where Bob was strangely absent from the front desk. In his place was a woman that Angel had never seen. He knew he wouldn’t get anywhere asking her questions, so he proceeded past the desk, pulling Chase behind him, and opened the door on the right behind the front desk.

Angel knew as soon as he opened the door he had the wrong room. This wasn’t Lance’s office. A small woman sat behind a fancy desk. She had brushed copper hair held tightly in a bun. When she looked up at his opening of the door, he could see large brown eyes peering at him from behind large black glasses. Angel was so shocked that he let his grip on Chase go and stepped fully into the room.

Something in Angel felt different. She didn’t get up or even move. But Angel started to feel the pull this strange woman was having on him. The same pull he felt when he had first spotted Cyn. Finally Angel came to his senses, this woman had different hair and eyes, but this was Cyn. He would bet his last dollar that this was her. It now made sense that neither he nor Clay had seen her around. She had been wearing a disguise when he first saw her. Angel didn’t know what to do for a moment. The instant erection in his leather pants didn’t help with his thinking either. 

Striding over to the front of her desk, he took another long look and just reached out and plucked her from her seat and over the top of her desk into his arms. With a little yelp, her glasses fell off as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Angel just squeezed her tightly and breathed in her scent.
There it was…the same smell as the first night, a little spicy and light.
He would never forget her scent as long as he lived. This was the smell of his mate just like his grandmother had told him. He wouldn’t have to see with his eyes to recognize her, he would know just by her scent. He had always thought that his grandmother was spinning a yarn. But Angel knew now that she spoke the truth. This woman in his arms, no matter what she looked like, was his mate. His cock knew. It was trying to reach though his leather pants to get closer to the warmth of her core.

Chase followed him into the room. He couldn’t believe that Angel, who was always so calm and collected, had walked into an office and just snatched the woman up from behind her desk.

“I didn’t know this place had a store of beautiful women that you could just snatch up and claim. God, what have I been missing?” Chase gave Angel and the woman in his arms an amused look.

Cinnamon, after getting over her shock, released Angel’s neck and gripped his shoulders. She could feel the hard ridge of his cock poking her in a very interesting spot and knew she had to move before her body betrayed her and she started rubbing herself on him.

“Let me down. Who do you think you are walking in and grabbing me this way?” Her voice was louder than she thought and must have carried through to Lance’s office, because when she looked away from Angel, Lance stood beside a very amused Chase.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Lance looked at Cinnamon squirming in Angel’s arm and didn’t know if he should be pissed or amused like the guy beside him. “And let her down,” he added.

Chase took that moment to pipe in. “I think he was window shopping and found something he wanted. I take it you’re the owner? With what I’ve seen tonight, I can tell you right now that I would like to apply for a membership.”

Lance looked at Chase standing beside him. “You look familiar. Who are you? I don’t think we were introduced. And what the hell are you dressed up for?”

Cinnamon could not believe that Lance was not taking her situation serious. “Can’t you leave the introduction until later? Can’t you see I need help?”

Lance decided to be amused. He knew Angel wouldn’t hurt her. As he and Chase both looked at her still held in Angel’s arms, Chase said. “You don’t have to worry, Angel is harmless.” Turning back, they continued their conversation about Chase’s clothes and membership cost.

Cinnamon finally gave up her struggle and loosened her grip on Angel’s shoulders. She knew he wouldn’t let her fall. Reaching out, she placed both of her hands on his cheeks and shook his head a little. He was standing there with his eyes closed, and if she was right, he was breathing her in. “Angel. Angel, please let me go.”

Angel felt her small palms on his face and opened his eyes and looked straight into her large brown ones. Giving her another small squeeze, he gently let her slid down his body, feeling all her soft curves until her feet met the carpet. She felt so good he didn’t want to let her go. He just wanted to become like a warrior of old and snatch her up and run away where they could be alone.

Clay, who had followed Lance from his office after hearing the noise, just stood in the doorway and shook his head.

In the office, Chase was dressed like he was going to a wedding, all decked out in a three-piece suit, while Angel was holding a tiny woman around her waist. He had his eyes shut as if he was savoring the woman. Clay knew he had to get control of the situation fast. People might think a scene was being played out and start to gather.

Clay walked into the room, and cleared his throat loudly. When he was still ignored, he put his fingers up to his lips, gave a loud whistle and slammed the door.

“What the hell is going on in here? First, Angel let the woman go. I won’t let her leave the room. And you, Chase, what are you doing here? And man what are you dressed up for now?”

Lance, who had been talking to Chase, looked up and realized what had been happening just a few feet away. “Yes, what the hell are you doing with Cinnamon, Angel?

Angel finally released the woman and opened his eyes. He still held her loosely in his arms, but at least she had her feet under her on solid ground.

Angel just turned their way and smiled. His hands now held a squirming and pissed off Cinnamon. “I found her. I knew she was here.”

Cinnamon had had enough of the manhandling. Taking one of her hands, she grabbed Angel by the balls and squeezed.

Angel just looked down at her, like she couldn’t do any wrong and told her “Be careful love, if we want children later on, you can’t squeeze too hard.”

Turning beet red, Cinnamon released her grip on him and faced the other men in the room and shrieked. “Get him off me before I do something I’ll regret again.”

“I think you are doing a great job. It sure got his attention,” Chase told her.

Clay had heard enough. “Angel, let her go right now and I mean it this time. You told me you were looking for a tall woman with long black hair and violet eyes. Well, what you have captured is nowhere near her description. Are you feeling OK?”

“Oh, it’s her. She changed her appearance and I don’t know how she got smaller, but it’s her. I sensed her as soon as I walked in this office.” Angel finally dropped her hand and Cinnamon backed up a few paces away from him.

“OK, if you say so. We have our yearly checkup coming up and I am going to make sure that they give you an eye test. Lance, this woman is your partner right? I met her a few times but for the life of me can’t remember her name,” Clay said to Lance, who was keeping a close eye on a very pissed-off Cinnamon now.

“Yes, this is my partner. Her name is Cinnamon. Angel better watch his step. I protect all my women.” Lance turned his serious blue eyes on Angel.

“She’s your woman?” Angel walked up to Lance, looking down at him and getting into his personal space. “She doesn’t look claimed. She has no ring or wear a collar like you Doms seem to put on their woman.”

“Back off, Angel.” Clay stepped up to the both of them. “He didn’t mean it that way. He takes care of all the women that come to this place. Any single woman in this place is always looked after by all of the Doms. Nothing is going to happen in here.”

Angel took a step back from Lance and turned to Clay. “Well he has one less to look after. From now on that’s my job. I’m claiming her, if that’s the term that they use in here.”

Cinnamon, with her mouth ajar, stepped in the middle of the three men. Chase just stood back like he was watching a good TV show playing out.

“I can look after myself and you can’t claim me like I’m property. I’m not one of the subs here. Could you please all leave my office? I have to get out to the bar. They might need help.”

Cinnamon was rattled but tried to keep her voice even. She had a strong reaction to Angel, too. But she would be damned if he thought he could own her. Walking back around her desk, she sat down and looked at the three large men standing in her small office. Suddenly, she felt smothered. They seemed to be sucking all the oxygen out of the room. She had to get them out of here before she had a panic attack. She could feel her brow getting moist with sweat. A sure sign that she would be in an all-out panic soon.

Catching Lance’s eye, she pleaded silently with him to get them out of her office. Lance picked up the signs right away. He knew about her attacks and how she hated having people witness them.

“Let’s leave Cinnamon alone for a while. Come, we will continue this in my office.” He held his hand up, stemming any arguments from the others, and gestured toward his office

Chapter Seven

Leading the way to the door, Lance gave Clay a look as he passed him. Clay knew he meant business. Clay walked up and grabbed Angel’s arm, who still wanted to stay and lay claim, and pulled him out of the office. Chase, the last one to leave, turned to Cinnamon, winked, and told her, “You know the big guy won’t give up? I think you should take this time and prepare yourself for his full attention now that he’s found you.”

Angel shrugged off Clay’s hold as soon as they reached Lance’s office. He seemed to come out of some stupor he had been in,

Turning to Lance, Angel said, “That woman is the same one I met in the bar last night, I know it. Why was she dressed like that last night and in the spice side of the bar?”

“Cyn was only dressed that way because I won’t let her in my side unless she fits in. I’ve known her all my life and that’s all I’m going to say on the matter. You’re here with Clay to find the man responsible for scaring our woman. Not carrying one off for yourself.”

Chase, who had made himself right at home in Lance’s office, slouched in a chair and said, “And now we get to the interesting part. What man are we talking about? Is this the case you were talking about at the office? What can I do to help? After all, with James on his honeymoon, I think it’s my duty to step in and take his place.”

Clay, who had been watching the exchange between Lance and Angel, turned disbelieving eyes his way. “Like you helped us with Avery? Don’t you have some stock to watch or something? I think we have this handled. And now I have time to think. Why are you dressed up like you’re going to the opera? We told you last time not to dress in your fancy duds if you’re with us.”

“I asked Grant about the club. He told me that this was the VIP Playground. So naturally I dressed this way.” Chase brushed an imaginary piece of lint off his jacket.

“It’s not the VIP Playground, you got the name wrong. It’s the VSP Playground. It stands for Vanilla, Spice, Private. Not VIP,” Clay replied with a disbelieving look at Chase. How could he be such an idiot?

“Well I kind of clued in as soon as I stepped in the Spice bar. The ladies were sure showing off their wares. Why do you always go to places like this and I’m the last to know about them?” Chase ignored Clay’s look.