Guillermo’s Coming #2
“She probably wants to. Thinks it will protect you. Protect us. It won’t.
If Guillermo knows where she is, he’ll also know who helped her.
Even if she’s not here, he’ll destroy everyone who helped her get away, then chase her to the ends of the earth.
This is about pride now, not her tattling on him to the CIA, the FBI, or anyone else, for that matter. ”
His voice wavered. “Trip—”
“We’ve got her. We’ve got you both. Enjoy tonight. Help her forget for a little while. When this is all over, we’ll deal with whatever fallout there is.”
Triumph nodded, committing himself to doing exactly as his friend suggested. He’d do anything for her.
With that, Tripoli went down the stairs of the booth without looking back and headed off into the club for his nightly walk-through.
Triumph stood on the landing for a few minutes, working to collect himself before going back to her. Tripoli had been right to pull him out of the booth to tell him. Now he could approach this more calmly.
When he reentered the booth, he found her sitting in his chair, mesmerized by what she could see on the monitors. Hearing him enter, her eyes still riveted on what she was watching, she said, “This is fucking incredible.”
“It’s the only one of its kind in the nation.”
“I can’t wait to see the other clubs.” The reflection off the computer showed she was blushing. “Sorry. Presumptuous of me.”
“No, it isn’t. I already told you I’d take you to The Lucky Rabbit. Why wouldn’t I take you to the rest?” He walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. Leaning over, he whispered, “This fucking dress should be illegal.”
She wiggled in the chair. “Francesca bought it for the club expressly, I think. It feels like it’s a size too small, but I didn’t really have another choice.
Although there are plenty of people wearing jeans.
I guess I could have just come down in what I was wearing earlier today, but I wasn’t sure. ”
“She knew exactly what she was doing.” He held out a hand to help her out of the chair. When he dropped her hand, he backed up several steps and twirled his finger. There was an edge of dominance in his one-word instruction. “Turn.”
He couldn’t see her face in the reflection anymore, but he swore he could feel the heat of her blush deepen.
However, she turned slowly for him, giving him a long look at how the dress hugged her body, accentuating all her curves.
Nude heels gave her legs extra length, and her hair up on top of her head elongated her neck.
He wanted the dress off. Now.
No. Nope. She needed time in the club. Later.
“Stunning,” he told her.
Her smile filled him with liquid warmth, like a slow lava flow spreading over him from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
Though it burned, he felt cleansed, as if everything bad up to this point in his life was being swept away in the smoke, ash, and fire, leaving behind a whole person again.
He was a phoenix, reemerging free and clear of his burdens, ready to begin anew.
This woman was nothing like any other woman he’d met.
She’d sacrificed so much of herself for others.
Put herself through physical, emotional, and psychological abuse to right something so wrong, and she’d done it knowing it would likely end her own life.
Maybe her personal motivations were rooted in revenge, but she understood how necessary her actions were to millions of others in the bigger picture.
How could anyone not feel the power of that in her presence?
She responded by moving a half step closer and sliding her hands against his abdominal muscles under his open leather vest. “I can’t say I mind this look myself. Very Dominant/BDSM/motorcycle club. All the triggers.”
“I left off the leather pants. They’re a bitch to get off, and I might need to do so quickly later.”
One of her hands slid down to palm his dick through his jeans. He’d already been semihard when she did her turn for him, but now he was in fully hard territory.
“I can’t imagine this is very comfortable in them either,” she purred.
If she kept touching him, they’d never get out of the booth.
He grabbed her hand, his fingers coming into contact with a thin silicone band, the metal circus tent ornament pricking his finger.
“I see Tripoli gave you a wristband already. It will work for now. I’ll work on getting you one that matches mine.
In the meantime, you can wear it like any other jewelry.
Don’t take it off because it’s your access to everything, including the building.
Anything you want in the club, flash this at the pay point.
Anywhere you go in the club, the scanner will read it to register you.
Since it’s black, it signifies you have full club access. ”
“I feel so special.”
With his hand at the back of her neck, his fingers automatically gripped the roots of her hair, tilting her head up so their eyes met.
The tip of his nose touched hers, and he nuzzled first one side, then the other, his mouth within breaths of her.
“Because you are.” He kissed her quickly on the lips.
“We should go down to the club floor. You need the distraction, and I need time to cool down.”
She pouted for a couple of seconds, then brightened. “Win me a prize in the arcade? And can we get the tequila-flavored cotton candy? Oh, and I want some of those glow-in-the-dark necklaces.”
Her excitement hit him like a killer wave, dragging him under. The sparkle in her eyes was something he hadn’t seen since the night in Colombia when they set the bed on fire. He wanted this for her every damn day.
He put a finger to her lips as he laughed. “I promise, little spy, you can have anything you want tonight.”