There is no denying that I’m drawn to Texas, but I sure as hell can fight it.
I owe it to Mark to fight it.
She seems to unknowingly make it as fucking difficult for me as possible. Every time she looks at me, I remember the way she looked at me that night. Every time she gets pissed off and raises her voice, I want to shut her up with my mouth. Every time I hear her voice, I hear her moaning my name.
And she’s wearing a dress tonight.
The woman is the devil. She’s testing my strength to its breaking point, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.
“I’m so ready to get off my face,” she says, swatting at Coop’s hand lying on her knee.
He grins at her. I don’t need to intervene because she’s got this covered. But it does piss me off.
Concentrate on all the women you can have tonight, not on the one you can’t.
France is full of beauties, and there will be many, many models at this club.
You do like models.
“Glad to hear it because we’re not going back to the hotel until sunrise,” Milo says.
“We’re here,” Coop says, pulling on the back of the driver’s headrest. “Are you two insisting on coming with?” he asks Ted and Hank.
He knows the answer. Where Tex goes, Ted goes, and Hank has his orders, too. It’s the smart thing to do, but having someone there almost all the time we go outside takes some getting used to.
We’re not used to it yet, but Tex never bats an eyelid.
With humour in his eyes, Hank looks at Coop in the mirror. “What do you think, hotshot?”
“Fine, but stay back. You guys need to give the master space to work.”
Milo snorts. “Master of what? Being a complete knobhead?”
“Fuck off. You’re jealous because you know I’ll score first.”
“Keep dreaming, lads. The first one is mine,” I say, hopping over Milo and opening the back door.
Hank and Ted are quick to get out now that the door is open. For blokes as big as they are, they can shift it fucking fast.
“Suppose you’re my shadow tonight?” Tex says to Ted.
“Unless you end up somewhere private, and I can wait outside, yes.”
She links her arm with his, which makes his job easier. “Yeah, yeah, I know the drill.”
The only time Ted will leave her is if she’s at a private after-party or event. I want them both to leave us alone tonight, so we can be normal, but it won’t happen. We don’t get normal anymore. It’s a small price to pay, but it’s still a price.
We walk to the entrance, and the bouncer nods us through on sight.
“Fuck yeah!” Coop says, raising his hands. “Let the shagging begin.” He thrusts his pelvis and ducks inside the club.
“You must be so proud to share a band with him,” Tex says, laughing, as Coop runs ahead.
“We felt sorry for him,” Milo replies.
We turn the corner, and fuck, the club is insane. Everything is blood red besides golden cages hanging from the ceiling.
Cooper is in his element as girls in bikinis dance in the cages. He’s looking up and, I think, praying.
“Grab a table. I’ll get drinks,” I tell Milo and Tex.
Coop wanders off, following a beautiful blonde in killer heels. He loves this.
I head to the bar, keeping one eye on where they go. The lighting in here is intentionally dark, like the walls, giving a sexy and exclusive vibe. Only the golden cages are bright to draw your eye to what’s happening up there, but people seem more interested in their drinks than the dancing above their heads.
Along the bar is another stunning blonde who Coop will be after if I’m not quick. She’s exactly what I need on a night where a certain brunette is dressed to have men falling at her feet. I’ve been there and done that, and it’s not something I can repeat even if it makes my balls ache like fuck.
I step next to her and offer a smile. I don’t know who she is, but she must be someone if she’s in here. The place is apparently full of models most nights, and judging by the look of this girl, she is one of them.
“Bonjour,” I rasp.
She giggles, and I know I’m in.
“Bonjour. That wasn’t bad for a Brit.” Her French accent makes the English language sexy.
“Thank you very much.”
“You’re Kitt Daniels.”
I flash her a smile and bump my side on the bar, so I’m facing her. She mirrors my action.
Don’t look at her cleavage before you get her a drink. You’ll look like a pervert.
“I am.”
“I’m Angèle.”
I take her hand and place a kiss on her wrist. “Pleasure. Can I buy you a drink, Angèle?”
She leans forward and places her hand on my chest. Her breasts press against my body, and my cock springs to life. “I would love a glass of champagne.”