Chapter 12
~~ MICHAEL ~~
I only planned on having a couple of beers tonight, so I threw on some jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt with my leather jacket, then dragged my Harley out of the garage and let her roar into town towards Ruben’s new business venture, Club Kenza.
When I talked on the phone with Ruben earlier, it sounded like he had something up his sleeve, which worried me. He mentioned getting laid, but I hoped to hell he took me seriously when I’d said I wasn’t interested. The last thing I was in the mood for tonight was to fight off some woman who Ruben thought I’d like. The only woman I wanted was out with her boyfriend.
I parked the bike directly in front of the club knowing Keith, the security guard at the door, would keep a close eye on it.
When I climbed from the bike, I shook Keith’s hand and he opened the door for me. As soon as I walked inside I was pulled into the beat of whatever the DJ had playing. Everyone seemed to love it, if the gyrating and screaming was anything to go by. It wasn’t that bad, at least for a club. I actually preferred quieter music, with less shouting.
The music was just what I needed to bring the headache that had been hovering for most of the day to front and center. I knew this was a really bad idea and just as I was about to go in search of my brother to tell him that I was heading home, he found me with a woman on his arm.
I was going to kill him.
“Michael, I was wondering when you’d get here. I’d like you to meet Michelle.”
I held my hand out to shake hers and found her in my arms. What the hell. Ruben made a quick getaway.
“Hello, Michael. Your brother has told me you’re in need of some female company.”
“Well, I’m afraid my brother has been misinformed,” I replied, while trying to untangle from her. Christ, she was like a bloody octopus. “Look, Michelle, I’m sure you’re a nice young woman, but I really just want to be alone tonight.”
She started crying. What the hell? Why me?
Ruben was in deep shit when I got my hands on him.
I could be polite for a short time and then hopefully, someone more willing would come along. “Let’s go and find a table, then have a drink.” She perked up at that, obviously being able to turn the water works on and off when she wanted.
I took hold of her by the elbow and led her through the throng of dancers to a table and then placed our drinks order.
How the hell did I get myself into these situations? Or rather, why did my brothers get me into these situations? I thought driving to Rubens bar tonight would change my mood slightly from being pissed, because Lily was with someone else, but it hadn’t, thanks to my ass-of-a-brother who had tried to fix me up. Being dumped with Michelle by Ruben really did piss me off. It wasn’t her fault, so the least I could do was be polite. I really wanted to head home.
One of the waitresses brought our drinks and placed them on the table. I knocked the whiskey back and then empted half the beer. Michelle just sat and watched me while she sipped her wine and snacked on the peanuts that had been left on the table.
“What do you do, Michael?”
“Construction,” I replied dryly. This was not a date, so date questions didn’t apply and hopefully she would start to get the hint and look around for someone else.
“So you build things, like at a construction site?”
I sat forward and looked at her for a minute. She really was pretty. She had a slim build, blond hair, blue eyes and large breasts, which she kept pushing up with her arms. Anymore pushing up and they’d fall out of her dress.
“Michelle, I don’t mean to be a bastard, but this isn’t a date. My brother thought I needed a woman, but I don’t. In fact, I have one. She just isn’t free right now. I’ll buy you dinner, if you’re hungry, but afterwards, I’ll be leaving, alone. I need you to know that.”
“She’s one lucky woman.”
“Yeah.”
I leaned back on the chair and watched the dance floor while I finished my beer. Ruben had really done well with this place. McKenzie’s had done the renovation work, and at the time I’d told him he was crazy for wanting to do this, but now, I knew different. Sebastian had told me the place was packed every night with people lined up outside waiting to get in. The club had only been open about a week, but hopefully that would continue.
A quick glance back to Michelle assured me she was more than occupied.
“Why don’t you go over and say hello?” I suggested, hoping she’d take the hint.
She stood up and, without another word, stomped off in the direction of the two guys who had been giving her the eye.
I picked up another beer, but before I could take a sip, my eyes came into contact with the object of my desire. I put the beer back onto the table and watched every move she made.
David had his arm around her waist as he spoke to another guy, but Lily didn’t look happy. I really wanted to go over there and talk to her, to make her smile. She looked so sad and….stunning.
She had a pair of silver stilts on with a very short dress, which showed most of her legs. The dress was a mixture of silver and black with long sleeves. It was sexy as hell.
My blood started to boil, and so did my temper. She was mine, and he had no right putting his hands on her. F*ck. She lived with the bastard. I breathed heavily and tried to get my jealousy under control.
She was the most beautiful woman in the room, and she was getting rather a lot of looks from the guys who had spotted her.
I watched their group move further into the room and head towards the bar. That’s when I noticed the back of her dress. I nearly choked on my beer. It was backless. Her dress was backless, right down to just above her ass. My cock pushed desperately against my zipper, wanting to play. Hell, I’d be lucky if I could walk out of the place. I sure as hell had no intention of leaving until I’d spoken to her. Or touched her.
I picked my beer up, leaned back against the chair again and watched her.