“Viv?” I looked from side to side. Rosie gestured at a tall table along the wall.
Fuck me hard. Viv sat on a high-backed stool, her long, sexy legs bare beneath a short skirt. She had a dark shirt and a colorful scarf and her hair was piled on top of her head loosely, a few curls framing her face.
I walked over, the sight of Viv laughing making me look at the other side of the table. Her blond friend Cara was there, wearing a tight black dress and hooker boots.
Viv saw me approaching and our eyes met. Her smile–or maybe it was her legs–made me want to drag her back to my office and get under that skirt.
“Hey,” she said, reaching an arm up and around my neck. She moved to kiss my cheek but I turned and kissed her on the mouth, feeling her pale pink lipstick on my lips. When she moaned softly and tightened her hold around my neck, I swept my tongue across hers, wishing like hell we weren’t in the middle of the crowded club right now.
“You made it,” I said.
“Of course I did.” She nodded at her friend. “You remember Cara?”
Cara wiggled her fingers in a wave.
“Hey, Cara,” I said, sliding my hand around to Viv’s lower back.
“How’s your night going?” she asked me.
I shrugged. “Usual. You guys want to eat? I’m booked upstairs but you can eat in my office if you want.”
“We ate earlier. I just wanted to have a drink and see you. We’re going to some other club Cara wants to go to after this.”
A small stab of jealousy hit me in the gut. I didn’t like the idea of Viv at another club, where men could hit on her without me there to intervene.
“I promise not to like it,” she said in my ear, reading my expression. “I won’t cheat on Six. It’ll still be my favorite.”
She nipped at my earlobe and I slid my hand underneath her shirt at the small of her back. I traced the ridges of her spine upwards with my fingertip as I spoke in her ear.
“So we’re on for tomorrow night?”
“We’re so on. No interruptions this time.”
“You look so hot, Viv.” I put my free hand on her knee. Her smooth, warm skin made me immediately hard.
“Jesus, get a room, you two,” Cara said over the music.
Viv smiled, ignoring Cara and moving in for another kiss when my phone buzzed in my pocket with a text.
“Fuck. Sorry,” I muttered, pulling it out.
Drea: Need you in SS 3. Clients getting it on with door open. Saying they are exhibitionists and won’t let me close it.
I rolled my eyes at the phone. “I have to go. Problem in a sky suite. I’ll let my bartender know you guys are on the house.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Viv said.
“You should totally do that,” Cara said. “The drinks here are like fifteen bucks, Viv.”
“When’s the last time you bought your own drink?” Viv challenged.
Cara arched a brow and grinned. So she was one of those.
“Nobody’s buying you any drinks but me,” I said to Viv. “Not at the next club, either.”
Her lips curved up in a smile. “Got it. See you tomorrow night.”
I kissed her one more time and then made my way through the crowd to put out the fire upstairs. My appetite for Viv would have to wait one more night. That was probably best, because guilt was stabbing me in the gut right now. When she’d turned those blue eyes on me and moaned as I kissed her, I’d had a realization. She was entrusting part of herself to me. I’d already hurt her by storming out once, and she was giving me another chance.
What would I do with that chance? Would I live out the many sexual fantasies I had about her, even though she wouldn’t know who she was letting into her bed? The thought tamped the fire that raged inside me for her. I wanted her to know the truth about me, but not yet. I needed more time to grow whatever this was between us. Even then, I knew she might run when she found out what kind of man I was. I needed more time with her before I let that happen.