“Mind your own business,” I tell my brother and turning back to my girl, I say, “I think I need to keep you naked in my bedroom. I’ll give you fuckin’ Viagra.”
Rosie stills against me. “You realize I was only joking right? There’s no way in hell you need anything to keep you up. You need something to help you stay flaccid.”
With a smug look, I reassure her, “I know you were joking, but babe, please don’t joke about things like that it deflates my manhood.”
“Are you serious? You’re hard as granite between my legs.”
“Do you two mind? I don’t want to hear shit like that about my brother,” Sebastian butts in.
I’m not sure how he heard considering how loud it is in here with the music. Even though tomorrow is a workday Kenza is packed solid tonight with hot, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other all over the dance floor. That’s what I want to be doing with Rosie, except I’d rather us be doing all that upstairs in my apartment than having everyone see us on the dance floor. The boss dancing would probably get more attention than the usual guy. Especially when the boss never loosens up here, until now—maybe.
Watching my brothers, apart from Lucien and Ramon, get up to dance with their girls, I wait expecting Rosie to pull me up as well, but she doesn’t. She stays buried in my neck.
“Brother, you’re losing your knack. Your woman’s asleep,” Ramon comments, now that the volume of music has lowered slightly, which happens when it hits midnight. The more romantic music plays for a couple of hours, until the place gets cleared out.
“You want me to open the doors up to your place so you can tuck her in,” Lucien asks.
“Not yet. Have you seen anything tonight?” I hate having to rely on my brothers to find out what the fuck is going on, but whatever is, I’m not seeing it. And that pisses me the fuck off. This is my club and I should be the one to get to the bottom of it. I’ll be the one to finally get them though. Make no mistake about that.
Lucien kicks me under the table to get my attention. “As long as you’re in the club I doubt anything is going to happen. They know nothing gets past you so they’ll wait to hit again when you’re not here, but we will be and so will Hunter.”
“Are you sure we can trust Hunter? We don’t know anything about him.” Although I think we can, I still have my doubts and I can’t decide whether or not it’s because he rubs me the wrong way with Rosie or because I don’t know anything about him.
“You can trust him.” Ramon sits forward. “He’s helped me out now and again.”
Ramon can be frustrating as hell when he wants to be, and unless he wants you to know something he keeps his lips sealed. He’s caused enough arguments over the years with his silence.
“You need to go away for a few days or just stay away from the club. Give them an opportunity to try and pull something,” Lucien suggests.
“I’m flying to Calgary tomorrow to take a meeting for Sebastian so I’ll be away for a few days.” It claws at my gut that I might not be here to sort the problem at the club out. “I want Rosie looked after. She’s been injured here once, and I don’t want that happening again. I also need to tell her I’m not going to be here.”
“You haven’t told her,” Lucien says with an incredulous look on his face.
“I haven’t known long and planned on telling her when we took a walk at the ranch earlier but we got sidetracked. So no, I haven’t told her. I’ll take her upstairs soon, and hopefully she’ll wake up enough for me to talk to her.”
“Or something else,” Ramon smirks.
“I wouldn’t say no to the something else…but she’s exhausted and needs to sleep.”
“Sleep sounds good baby,” she mumbles into my neck as she snuggles more deeply against me.
How the hell am I going to leave her tomorrow morning? I did, in all fairness try to get two seats on the flight, but they were all sold out and in the end all I did was switch Sebastian’s name out with mine.
My arms tighten around her as I bury my face in her hair. God, this girl is under my skin. She only has to smile and my heart feels different. It’s a feeling I’m starting to get used to without it sending me into a total panic.
“So what’s with you and Sylvia? I thought you had, um, different tastes,” I hear Lucien questioning Ramon. It’s something I’ve been wondering since this afternoon at the ranch when I discovered he’d brought her to the family dinner. I was surprised to say the least.
I’m glad my face is hidden in Rosie’s hair so he can’t see my grin. He’s squirming where he sits. It’s just like he used to do when one of us would put him on the spot back when we were kids. So damn funny. We’d do it deliberately to get a show. He never changes.