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“Something
like that,” he says. “I’ve never seen you here before.”

“Are
you sure?”

He
chuckles. “Oh... I’m sure.”

I
glance over at
Dickwad
and Sway.
Dickwad
is twisting her arm, dragging her to the men’s room. He slaps something in the
hand of the big black attendant and disappears inside with her.

Shit.

“Um...
I need to go to the ladies’ room for a moment,” I say.

“Sure.
I’ll be right here.”

I
walk over to the restrooms. I turn left. The big black guy steps in front of
me.

“Ladies’
room is over there,” he says with a smile.

“I
know,” I say. “The guy that just dragged that girl in here. She’s high on
something. He’s about to rape her.”

The
big black guy looks down at me condescendingly. He’s fucking huge.

“I’m
sorry, miss. That is the men’s room. You’ll need to go to the ladies’ room over
there.”

I
raise my right foot and with the pointy part of my uncomfortable shoes I whack
his right shin. Simultaneously, I fake with my right like I’m going to hit him
in the face but instead land a throat tap with my left. Then my right hand goes
down and secures his balls. I gently turn him so we’re around the corner out of
sight.

I
love when they’re gasping for air trying to figure out what happened. With wide
eyes and flailing arms, this big giant has become a bowl of Jell-O.

“I
have one question for you,” I say. “Do you like your scrotum? Because it and
you may be parting ways very soon.”

I
dig my nails in and squeeze. He makes an odd sound.

“Now,
I’m going to go in there. You’re going to stay right here while I get my friend,
and then we’re all going to return to our happy night, got it?”

He
nods yes. I let go of his balls. He bends over slightly, panting with his hands
on his thighs.

I
kick open the door to the men’s room.

Dickwad
has
the girl up against the wall. Her skirt and panties are around her ankles. He’s
undoing his belt buckle.

I
grab his shirt and pull him off her.
Easier than I thought.
I’m almost able to pick him up with one hand. I smash him into the wall.

“What
the fuck?” he says.

I
put a jab into his kidney.

“
Oof
!” he says and then I push him into the wall again,
pinning him
there
face-first with his arm twisted
behind his back. I turn to the girl. She’s out of it, but her eyes are wide.

“Are
you okay?” I say.

She
nods.

“Did
he hurt you?”

“N-no,”
she says.

“Do
you want me to call the cops?”

“No!
No! Definitely not!” she says.

“I
didn’t do anything,” he says.

“Shut
up!” I say as I lift him back from the wall then slam him into it again.

“Did
he drug you or did you take something?”

“Um...
took,” she says as she pulls up her skirt.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You
can tell me. I’m not going to arrest you.”

She
blinks like that’s very confusing, but then answers. “Just some Molly. And a
couple drinks.”

“Are
you here with friends?”

“
Mmm
-hmm.”

“Can
you find
your
way back to them?”

“
Mmm
-hmm.”

“Okay,
go. And stop taking that shit.
Especially with alcohol.
People have died from one hit. You’re taking chances with your life. Now get
the fuck out of here!”

She
rushes out without even saying thank you.

“Now,
listen very carefully, asshole,” I growl into
Dickwad’s
ear. “You’re my new best friend. We’re going to walk out like nothing happened,
got it? Arm in arm like lovers. I’m going to lead you to a side door out onto
the street and if you so much as squeak, you’re going to need a team of
specialists to reattach your balls which will be rolling around the floor
getting danced on? Got it?”

He
nods, breathing heavily.

“Okay,
then. Let’s go.”

I
twist his arm up behind his back, pull him off the wall, and push him slightly
ahead of me.

“
Ow
!” he says.

“Shut
up and put your arm around me!”

He
complies as we walk out past the big black attendant.

“My
boyfriend and I are going out for a walk,” I say.

“Have
a nice night,” says the attendant with a big smile.

I lead
Dickwad
to the side door that I noticed when I came
in. In a flash we’re out on the side street in the hot night air. I lead him
into the alley behind the club where it’s dark. There’s a white Bentley parked
there.

“What
are you doing?” he says. “Let me go.”

I
let go of him and push him away.

“Fucking
bitch!” he says.

I
land a right cross right to his nose. Blood spurts out.

“
Ow
!
Ow
!
Ow
!”
he says. “I think you broke my nose!”

He
moves toward me with a wide stance and his right arm outstretched. Guy has no
clue how to throw a punch.

I
let him try, then slip to my left, landing a right jab to his stomach as his
fist goes sailing past my face.

Then
I pivot fast to my right, bringing my left elbow upward into his neck.

I
should stop right there. I know I should, but I can’t help myself.
Bad, very bad.
Oh so enjoyable, though. I shift my weight to
my left foot and knee him in the groin with my right.

Hard.

He
goes down.

Now
he’s crying. I reach down into his back pocket and pull out his wallet. I take
out his Florida driver’s license and study it.

“If
I ever see you again, Barry
Wendtler
of Coral Gables,
I will kill you. Now get up!”

I
toss the license on the ground next to the wallet. He puts his hand out weakly
and picks them up.

“Now!”
I say.

He
stumbles to his feet, still crying. He gives me one very frightened look and
then shambles off down the street, unable to stand upright.

“Very
impressive,” says Colton Stark. I turn to my right.

Shit.

He’s
standing right there at the corner of the building.

Again
we stare at each other. He’s looking at me strangely, like he can’t avert his
eyes.

Shit.
Shit fuck
shit.

“I’m
speechless,” he says. “And I’m never speechless.”

Fuck, Sofia. You had to blow it, didn’t you?
You just ruined this entire op.
LaTashia
is going to
kick your ass raw.

“Sorry,”
I say. “But he deserved it. I couldn’t let it happen.”

“I’m
glad you did.”

We
continue staring. I can’t stop looking at him. It’s like there’s a supercharged
field of electrical particles freezing us in place.

“Your
men’s room attendant is letting guys force themselves on
Mollied
-up
girls, by the way.”

“I
fired him before I came out here.”

I
feel lost, out of control, not sure what I’m doing. I hate that feeling. Only
thing I know is that I’ve blown this.

Time
to deep-six it. I pick up my purse from where I dropped it.

“Okay,”
I say, “I’m going to go. Nice to meet you, Mr. Colton Stark.”

“You
can’t go,” he says. “You didn’t finish your
mojito
.
Let’s have another one on the
roofdeck
.”

“
Roofdeck
?”

“Yes,
it’s private. Mine. I own the club, remember?”

I
look around at the dark alley. A couple walks by heading toward Collins. The
girl laughs.

“Fine,”
I say.

He
opens the side door for me and holds it. I walk in.

He
places his arm lightly on my
nearly-naked
back as we
parade through the club.
The sea of dancers part for us with
open-eyed glares.
The magnetic field travels in sync with our steps,
sending little sparks all over my body. As we walk, I catch a whiff of pine and
musk from him.

Girls
all over shoot invisible daggers at me as Colton Stark leads me up the stairs
to the VIP area, then to a private stairwell that leads up.

I
suddenly realize I’m smiling, tilting my head, and twirling my hair.

And
I didn’t even mean to.

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Chapter
8

Colton

As soon as I saw her I knew
she was the one.

Don’t
know how. I just knew.

Maybe
it was the way she looked at me, right through me, with those penetrating brown
eyes. Gorgeous. Intelligent. Determined.

And
humorously out of place.

I
swear the music stopped. Actually, the entire world stopped as I swam in her
eyes. Like there’s an electrical field between us, drawing us together. I could
not avert my eyes no matter how hard I tried.

We
seemed to hold on together for a few long moments,
then
she moved toward the bar. Some chubby guy joined her.

Two
things are for sure. One, she’s the cop they sent. Obvious. I know cops a mile
away.

Second,
I could study that face for days. Might even want to paint it. And I don’t
paint.

Fuck
it, I’ll learn how.

I
tried not to laugh as I chatted her up. It was almost like she was trying to
act like the usual girls I talk to.

But
she didn’t stand a chance.
Too much intelligence behind the
eyes.
Too much awareness of her surroundings.
Taking everything in, recording it, mapping it.

God,
I love that. So refreshing.

Not
to mention the fact that she didn’t swoon all over me like every other girl.

I
sensed she wanted to but she was distracted by something.

I
was right. She excused herself and went toward the restrooms, but didn’t go in
the ladies’ room. Instead, she had an odd-looking conversation with Jag, my
restroom attendant, and went in the men’s room. Then a girl came out of the men’s
room looking dazed. I watched her find her friends who sat with her on a sofa.

Then
I saw Sofia emerge with a lowlife in tow, heading out the side door.

Nobody
knows there’s a side door. That alone is impressive.

Immediately,
I figured out the situation and called
Ziv
, my
manager. He said he would take care of Jag and send down a replacement.

So I
followed her out onto the street.

There
was something primal watching her beat up that guy. My dick got hard all by
itself as her fist rammed into his nose.

That
never fucking happens anymore.

Used
to.
All the time.

Now
girls are just girls.

But
this one... brains and toughness... not to mention that body.

Holy fuck!

I
could be in some serious trouble.

She
was about to leave but I talked her into a drink on the
roofdeck
.

Now I’m
leading her back in through the club, then over to a private door. A stairwell
is in front of us.

She
follows me up.

At
my roof deck table, I pull the chair out for her. She looks around, but I can’t
tell if she’s impressed or not. Most girls are in awe at the private little
outdoor dining room I have up here with its spectacular view of the ocean on
one side and the city on the other.

Enrique
arrives from the other stairwell, a tray in hand.

He
places two
mojitos
on the table between us.

“
Graçias
, Enrique,”
I
say.

Enrique
just nods and disappears as fast as he arrived.

I
pick up my drink and raise it.

“To
kicking ass,” I say.

She
smiles.
A real one.
A truly spectacular
one.
The lights of the city don’t even come close.

She
picks up her drink.

“To
kicking ass,” she says. Her voice is all
diaphragm
, a
growly challenging tone. My dick moves in my pants. I adjust.

“Hope
you actually wanted the
mojito
,” I say. “I could get
you a protein shake or some Gatorade if you prefer.”

She
shoots me a dirty look. She can do that all night long. “What’s that supposed
to mean?”

“I
have three other guys that need their
asses
kicked and
I was going to send this guy Bruno but I thought I’d ask you instead.”

“Funny,
Mr. Billionaire Colton Stark.”

Oh
God, I love the way she says Mr. Billionaire Colton Stark. Like she’s
completely unimpressed.

My
dick is fully hard now. That used to happen all the time when I got a girl up
here but it’s been a while. Months. No, years.

Goddamn.

This
girl, Colton?
Really? She has a masculine edge. Muscular
shoulders.
A hint of biceps.
Solid legs. Nice curves,
though. Ass is all-girl, that’s for sure.
Big and round.
Couldn’t help staring at it as she pushed that guy out the side door.

I
think I’ll just lose myself in her eyes a while longer.

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