ROMANCE: The Bad Boy Meeting (5 page)

              The job offer was more than Kate could have hoped for. It meant steady work with less traveling, which meant she could focus on her clothing. She was thrilled, to say the least. As she drove home she started thinking less about work and more about the gorgeous men who had hired her. They way they’d stared at her sent shivers down her spine. She chewed on her lip as she imagined them. They were both wild stallions, she could tell.

              She couldn’t help but imagine how amazing it might be to be ravaged by them. Their manly musk alone had almost been enough to send her over the edge. When she finally parked her car she was more than happy about it. Her legs had begun to tremble and a faint ache between her legs had started to surface.

              Kate all but ran the stairs to her apartment and dashed inside. She stripped down, leaving clothing scattered through the living room and bathroom in her rush to get in the shower. She felt giddy and maybe a little overwhelmed in the best way. She wanted them. She wanted both of them but it seemed so out of reach.

              Her own love life had not been the most impressive the last few years. She had men knocking down her door but she just wasn’t interested, if she was being honest. They were the same superficial assholes she had hated dealing with in high school. They were just interested now because she’d come into her own and had filled out nicely.

              They also assumed she was easy because she was a dancer. There was a huge line between dancing because you loved it and dancing because you’re desperate for money. Kate hadn’t been desperate for money in a long time and she wasn’t easy. Of course she’d had a few flings here and there but as she got older (older being twenty five), she wasn’t interested in one night stands anymore. She wanted something stable but she wanted it to be with someone she adored, someone who completed her. It seemed that was asking too much.

              As she stepped into the shower she let her mind wander, thinking about the two men in the office. She’d never been so overwhelmed with desire before and never so quickly. She bit her lip as the warm water ran down her body and dripped off her raven hair, circling the drain. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath, imagining those beautiful men by the light of a fire.

              She wasn’t sure why fire was the first thing that came to her mind, but it was. She imagined them tan and chiseled, speaking to her in their native tongues. She shivered a little as her hand came to her ample breasts, fingers brushing across her nipples as she let out a long, low whine, her cheeks flushing red. A whimper fell from her lips as she closed her eyes and leaned against the cold tile.

              Her body flushed with heat as she imagined them surrounding her, their predatory gazes fixed on her exposed body. Marcus moved in closer, his lips brushing her neck as he blew a breath across the tender skin. She gasped and arched her back but she found herself trapped by Jean’s strong form. His hands ran down her arms a moment and came to rest at her hips as he pulled her close and caught her lips in a passionate kiss.

              When they broke for air Marcus leaned in to steal a kiss as well, Jean’s naked cock hardening and pressing against her soft thigh as if pleading for permission. They lay her down on the warm fur rug, her back pressed to Jean’s chest.

              She tilted her head up enough to catch his lips again, moaning softly and gasping Marcus’ name as his lips found one of her hardened nipples. He suckled eagerly but didn’t stay for long. He worked his way down, his fingers leaving a trail of heat down her body. They were both so damn warm.

              Marcus nestled between her legs as Jean wrapped his arms around her body, his hands pressing against her chest so that he could toy with her nipples. Marcus busied himself, his tongue lapping at the bundle of sensitive nerves between her legs.

              Loud desperate gasps left her lips and her legs began to tremble. Every time they would close on instinct, Marcus would force them apart, continuing to give attention to her most sensitive parts. The orgasm built inside her body until she was a puddle of pure ecstasy, moaning their names over and over again.              

              Jean’s lips explored every inch of her skin, tasting her and taking her in. His lips found the rim of her ear and pressed gentle kisses to it as he whispered things in soft, melodic french. Her chest was heaving, every nerve in her body pulled taut with pleasure. Her legs were shaking as she let out desperate sobs of pleasure and finally came.

              Her orgasm hit her strong and hard. The world became a tunnel and she couldn’t hear or see anything. When her eyes finally flew open she was in her shower, sitting on the floor with her fingers between her legs. Her body hummed with the pleasant afterglow of an orgasm and she felt tired, though not exhausted.

              She drew her hand away, watching the pearly string of nectar drip from her fingers. She looked around and was a little saddened to find herself alone. She let out a sigh and put her head against the tile, grunting in frustration. How was she supposed to work for them when she was already fantasizing about them?

              Only three months in and the club was more than successful. Kate was a smash hit and everyone loved her. Jean and Marcus knew the club was always going to be packed. There wasn’t anything like this around for miles. All of the supernatural creatures had been meeting up and private house parties until Draca came along.

              Once Kate started performing, though, their numbers doubled. Everyone wanted to see her and Jean and Marcus were starting to want more. She was beautiful, enticing and everything they could have ever wanted. There was a rift forming between them because of it. They weren’t willing to voice it but neither man wanted to share. They wanted her all for themselves.

              That was why they had started trying to outdo each other. Gifts were starting to show up in her dressing room, always signed. It was a silly little game, Kate thought. She wasn’t sure why her employers were so enamored with her but she wasn’t going to argue. The presents were nice and so was the attention.

              She’d just finished a number and let out a long sigh, running her hand through her long dark curls as she headed back to her dressing room. When she pushed the door open she gasped, eyes going wide. Her dressing room was filled with roses. Yellow ones, her favorite. Who were the from and how did they find out?

              Her question was answered when Marcus stepped out from the shadows and smiled “Hello, Bella.” He hummed.

              He had started using the pet name not too long ago and she was sure it was intended to get her attention. She smiled, a blush coming to her tanned cheeks “Are these from you?” She asked, looking around breathlessly.

              He walked across the dressing room, reaching up and plucking one of the flowers from the wall and extended it out to her “They are. A radiant beauty like yourself deserves to be surrounded with beautiful things.” He said, close enough now that she could take the flower.

Her cheeks felt heated and she swallowed, reaching out and taking the rose slowly. She brought it to her nose and sniffed, still watching him “How did you know that yellow roses were my favorite?” She whispered.

“I overheard you talking to one of the waitresses. I hope you will forgive me for eavesdropping. I can’t help myself sometimes.” He said, licking his lips, clearly not talking about eavesdropping.

Her breath caught in her throat a moment and she stared up at him “You can’t?” She whispered, her mouth going dry. Working for them hadn’t made resisting them any easier. She saw them every night, dressed to the nines and looking dapper. It was absolute torture. She loved a man in a suit.

Now, one of those same men who she pined after almost every night was standing in front of her with a look of pure, animalistic lust in his eyes. She knew she should have said no and refused him. This was her boss and it was so ethically wrong to let herself get tangled up with him, but god knows she could not say no.

“I don’t think I’d be able to help myself either.” She whispered, looking up at him, her gaze and parted lips giving him all the permission he needed.

He didn’t waste any time and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and holding her tight. He was so damn solid. She knew he was strong but she didn’t count on him being built like a damn ox. It only turned her on even more. A gasping moan escaped her lips as he pushed her back up against her makeup counter and gripped her hips, picking her up and setting her down on it.

Her arms were still around his neck, tangling in his hair as he dropped his head to nip and kiss her neck wetly. It felt exactly like she thought it would. His tongue was hot and his teeth were sharp, tasting the skin with the sort of desperateness that she had never felt before in any man.

His fingers ran across her bare thighs, leaving trails of fire behind. She would never know how accurate than comparison would be. His nails dug into her legs and she yanked at his head, pulling him back enough so that their lips could crash together. She was sure that the sheer force of that kiss was going to leave the most delicious bruise come morning.

Her back was pressed up against the mirror as he began to kiss at her chest, undoing the lacing of the corset easily. She’d put it back on hastily after her performance and was thrilled that it fell away from her body with such ease.

              More of her fantasy came true as he started sucking on her nipples, drawing the hardened nubs into his mouth eagerly. His fingers were exploring her thighs, traveling north and pressing on when there was a loud knock at the door.

              A familiar voice called into the room “Kate! Can I come in? I just wanted to congratulate you on a wonderful performance!” Jean called through the door.

              Marcus cursed and pulled away just in time for her to cover her exposed breasts before Jean walked in the door. The smell of passion was obvious throughout the entire room and dragons had a very keen sense of smell. He paused at the door and sniffed the air a little before his eyes finally settled and Marcus and Kate.

              It was the first time she would see his eyes narrow and shine a bright golden yellow, but it wouldn’t be the last time. Marcus took a step back and put his hand in his pockets. There was a moment of tension and Kate felt guilty, though she wasn’t sure why. What she was doing wasn’t wise, but it certainly didn’t warrant guilt.

              Jean cleared his throat “I did not mean to intrude.” He said, pushing his hair out of his face to busy his hands “You did very well tonight, Kate.” He offered her a small tilt of his head and then left the room.

              Marcus turned and gave her an apologetic look before walking out of the dressing room, following Jean and calling his name. Kate was left in her dressing room, alone, confused and horny. These guys were going to be the death of her.

              Kate was feeling nervous about the night before. She hadn't gotten a call or a text from Marcus or Jean and she was starting to think that she really messed up one of the best opportunities she ever had. She was wringing her hands as she sat in her breakfast nook, watching the clock across from the table. Time felt like it was moving slower.

              With a grunt she pushed away from the table and stood up, grabbing her work bag and heading for the door. She wasn’t going to sit around and wait anymore. She needed to tell Jean that it was just a mistake. She wasn’t going to let anything like that happen again. This job meant too damn much to her.

              She drove to work, turning on some music to distract herself. The only problem was that every single song that came on seemed to be some sort of love song. With a frustrated grunt, Kate pushed the button and turned the radio off. She wasn’t going to listen to some whiny song about an emotion she wasn’t even interested in.

              Kate pulled into her parking spot, glad to see she still had one. Jean seemed like the kind of guy to act fast. If she wasn’t welcome anymore then her sign would have been torn down and another put in it’s place. She started towards the side door that led to the office but Mike, the bouncer, was standing there and shook his head, pointing to the front door instead.

`              “Go to the Alexander room.” He instructed.

              All the private rooms were named after famous people in history and the best one was the Alexander room, after Alexander the Great. It was fitting. She nodded and went through the main entrance, walking down the long, tiled hallway before slipping into the room. The second she did she was met with the sight of Jean, sitting on the long, leather couch, a thin cigarette in his hands.

              He looked a little disheveled. His hair was in his eyes and the first two buttons of his suit were undone, his tie wrapped around his neck but not secured. His eyes were watching her intently and she had the sudden overwhelming feeling of arousal paired with intimidation. It was an odd combination but it worked wonders on her.

              She waited for him to speak and when he didn’t she cleared her throat “Jean...I’m really sorry about what happened with Marcus. I know it was completely unprofessional and I didn’t mean for it-”

              He raised his hand, cutting her off without using any words. He pushed himself off the couch and walked over to her, eyeing her up and down “That’s not what I want to hear.” He said simply, voice stern and steady.

              “What...Do you want to hear, then?” She whispered as he approached her.

              His gaze was steady and unwavering and the way he looked into her eyes made her feel as if he could gaze into her very soul. It was absolutely nerve wracking and somehow erotic. He seemed to be good at pairing those two emotions together. Kate swallowed hard and looked away. Jean rested two fingers under her chin and guided her eyes back to his “I want to hear you moan.” He whispered, leaning down and claiming her lips.

His kiss was very different from Marcus’. Marcus had kissed her in a way that made her feel swept away in romance. The flowers had been a nice touch too.

              Jean’s kisses felt possessive. Like he wasn’t going to give her up without a fight. His kiss left her breathless and when he pulled away she fell forward, her hands pressed to his chest. The world was spinning and she looked up at him, wide eyed. She was having a hard time taking all of this in.

              He reached up and stroked her cheek “It’s incredible.” He started “You have no idea the effect you have on men, do you?”

              “I...Always thought I was pretty average.” She murmured, looking up at him.

              He chuckled “Far from it. You make men want to move mountains to get to you.”

              Not to mention he was suddenly willing to fight his best friend for her. There had never been a fight before. The women had always been something that had been shared. Even the ones they loved. Nothing had come between them before and now this beautiful woman swept in and was changing all of that and he wasn’t even upset about it. All he knew was that he wanted her. He wanted her for himself and that was that.

              He leaned down and kissed her neck, his lizard-like tongue lapping at her ear, though she hardly noticed it was any different. Her knees got weak and she buckled underneath the weight of her own desire and he chuckled, his hand coming up to rest on one of her ample breasts.

              “You will be mine, Kate. I will take you. There is no question about that. Marcus is rash and crude. He makes decisions without thinking about them. He will leave your mind soon enough and I will still be crawling around in there, eating away at your will. You will be mine, darling.” He whispered “You will come to me because you know the things I can offer you. Soon enough, you will want me the way that I want you.”

              He pulled away and looked at the door as music started playing faintly. The club was opening. He looked back at her, running his thumb along her lower lip, leaning down and kissing her. He pulled her bottom lip between his bottom teeth, nipping at it a little.

              “It’s show time.”