Just as I’m about to slide down off the table and return the favor, the phone on his desk lets out a shrill ring.
“Fuck.” He pulls away from me with an apologetic smile and turns to his desk, yanking up the phone. “What?” He barks at whatever poor sap is on the other end. I almost feel bad for him, until my clit throbs and I remember what was interrupted.
His eyes darken and he turns his computer monitor toward him before glancing over at me. “I’ll be right down.”
He returns the phone to its cradle before moving quickly to the door. “Danika, I have to go take care of something. Lock this door behind me and don’t open it for anyone but me, Gabe, or Byron. Got it?”
I slide off the table onto shaky legs, and my stomach churns. “Savage, what’s going on?”
With a quick tug, he yanks the door open, glides through it, and turns back to pull it shut. “Danika, please, just do what I ask.”
The concern I see in his gaze makes me shut my mouth when all I want to do is chase after him and find out what’s going on. It’s not in my nature to sit on the sidelines, but I nod my understanding. He closes the door without another word, leaving me half-satisfied and more worried than I care to admit.
Hurry the fuck up!
The elevator seems to take an hour while I wait impatiently, unable to stop myself from looking back toward my office, and her.
I can still taste her in my mouth, and the sounds of her gasps and moans are echoing in my ears. The fantasy I had worked up in my head was nothing compared to the real thing.
But I can’t think about that now. Shaking my head, I try to get myself in the game. The shit is hitting the fan downstairs, and I can’t be distracted by my dick when I get down there, no matter how hard it is.
When the ding finally sounds and the doors slide open, I move in, punching the button for the main floor and waiting impatiently for the doors to close.
Jesus, I should have known something like this would happen.
Things have been going way too smoothly today, and my luck is never this good. It was only a matter of time before my “favor” for Dom was going to bite me in the ass. I just hadn’t imagined it would come this quickly.
The ding sounds, and the door slides open to the main floor and the melee ensuing by the main stage. Quickly taking stock of the situation, I see Nora clinging to the center stage pole watching the ruckus as Byron and Gabe try to pull people from the top of pile.
Where the fuck are Tubbs and Rocky?
I can’t see my door security guards over the throngs of people. Being so low to the ground has distinct disadvantages. I push my way through the crowd, ordering people back, but don’t make it very far before a wall of patrons block my path.
Shit, I will never get to Byron and Gabe from here.
A hand lands on my shoulder and I grab the wrist, twisting my torso to flip the assailant onto their back, but, thankfully, I catch a flash of familiar blonde hair in my peripheral vision and recognize Nora. She somehow made it to me from the stage.
“Savage!” She leans in, pressing herself to my side. “What should we do?”
“You need to get the fuck out of here, go back to the dressing rooms where it’s safe, and make sure all the other girls are back there.”
Anger flares in her eyes and she pushes past me and then turns to face me. “Hell no! I may look like a fucking princess, but I’m not helpless. Gabe and Byron need help, so we are going to help them.”
I growl at her, but she ignores me, turning back to the crowd and pushing people out of the way, making room for me to get through.
Maybe Nora is more like Dani than I realized. Nora and I will definitely be having a talk later.
We finally make it to the epicenter of the melee and I find Byron and Gabe, each with a choke hold on guys in expensive-looking clothes while another asshole is doing some serious ground and pound on some poor soul on the floor.
Byron catches my eye and nods down to the MMA-wannabe.
I nod my understanding and reach down, grabbing his arm as he brings it back for another swing, and twisting it backward. He screams, turning toward me, frantically trying to get the pressure off his shoulder and elbow.
“Fuck! Let go, you motherfucker!” The wannabe thrashes wildly, striking out at me with his free hand, but his fist only grazes my right cheek.
Damn, that actually kind of hurt. All this time away from the ring must have turned me into a real pussy.
Byron steps in and wrestles him away from me and I turn to find Rocky and Tubbs escorting the other two guys toward the front door.
“What the hell, man? That asshole started it!” Mr. Wannabe screams, pointing to the bleeding kid on the floor.
“I don’t give a fuck who started it. I don’t tolerate this bullshit in my club. You’re all banned from the premises, permanently.”
More cursing and grumbling comes from various directions, but I push my way through the crowd to the bar. Clarissa and Jamie are waiting for me, wide-eyed and visibly shaken.