“You’re here a lot, aren’t you?” the guy asked casually.
Trihn narrowed her eyes. “And how would you know that?”
“I work in security. I make it my business to know who is in the club. You know Maya, right?”
“Yeah. She’s a good friend of mine.”
“And how do you know the DJ?”
“Damon deejayed a party for a friend of mine, and we hung out last night at a different club,” Trihn explained. “I was just going to say hi.”
The man critically looked down at her. He had the greenest eyes she had ever seen. They were even greener than her own, and that was saying something. Modeling agencies had coveted her eyes when she was in the industry. She wondered if he modeled. He was probably in his late twenties or early thirties, but she thought he could model if he wanted.
Actually, when she looked closer, she noticed why his suit fit him so damn well. Armani.
Damn! How can a security guard afford an Armani suit?
“All right. Let her inside for five minutes. It’s Damon’s break soon anyway,” he said to the door guy. He looked back at her. “If you bother him though, I’ll have to ask you to leave,” he told her.
“Thank you so much,” she said, the anxiety leaving her body. She had no idea what she was doing, and she had a hard time believing that she had just passed an interrogation from a bouncer and a security guard to see Damon.
“Just don’t rip out his heart,” the guy said with a wry smile.
She looked at him, taken aback. “I don’t think anyone has ever had to worry about that from me.”
“I highly doubt that,” he said with a smile before nodding at the bouncer and walking away.
She shook off the words of warning and turned back to the door. “Well?”
“Five minutes,” the guy said. Then, he opened the door and stuck his head inside. “Hey, Damon. You have a visitor.”
Trihn walked through the open door just as Damon swiveled in the chair he was seated in. The new Chloe Avana song, “Heartbreaker,” blasted through the booth with a cool remixed backbeat. It made Trihn feel alive and unafraid instead of how she had been feeling in that hallway. The way Damon looked at her when she strode into his booth definitely helped.
“Hey, Damon,” she said. She let the hot new beat wash over her. She was sexy and seductive, and she could do this.
“Trihn, I wasn’t expecting you,” he said with his amazing English accent before turning back to face the spread of equipment in front of him. He didn’t exactly sound enthusiastic.
She figured she couldn’t blame him after the way last night had ended. It wasn’t exactly encouraging to go from sexy to dancing to “I have a boyfriend” in the span of a couple of minutes. Maya probably hadn’t helped anything by laying into him either.
“I know. I didn’t expect to find you at Posse.”
“Yeah, I’ve deejayed here a couple of times. The manager gave me my first real gig, and when their regular guy backs out, I cover for them,” he said, purely business.
Trihn walked across the small booth and looked out through the one-way window. The entire club was spread out below. She could see Bryna dancing with Eric and Stacia all up on Marshall. Maya was talking to that Drayton guy while she poured drinks. So, Damon must have seen that she was here tonight.
“This is a great view.”
Damon sighed and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he glanced back up at her with a disgruntled look on his face. “I’m working here. Do you mind?”
She took a step back and held up her hands. “Sorry. I like this Chloe song. I’ve never heard this version of ‘Heartbreaker.’ They don’t play it on the radio.”
“That’s because it’s not a radio edit. It’s my mix.”
She could hear the pride in his voice.
“You’re serious?” she said, surprised. “It’s amazing. You should post it on YouTube or something, so other people can hear it!”
He shrugged. “I guess.”
When he didn’t say anything else or look back up at her again, she took a deep breath and dived in. “My boyfriend broke up with me.”
His head shot up. His expression showed a mixture of relief and concern. “I’m sorry to hear that. Are you okay?”
She lost the smile on her face for a split second and then quickly plastered it back into place. She could not lose it right here in front of Damon. She was definitely not okay with what had happened with Neal, but she needed to get over it, and this was step one.
She nodded. Speaking wasn’t possible.
He narrowed his eyes and looked like he was going to say something else, but Trihn silenced him by straddling his body. His hands came up almost defensively, as if he didn’t know what she was doing. Then, she sat down on his lap and rested her hands on his chest.
He had on a black T-shirt and jeans. His signature ball cap was tipped back, so she could see his face. God, he’s sexy.
“What are you doing?” he asked.