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him walk away, frowning. Why the hell was she here if she wasn't interested in a guy or the
very least, dancing? Since he spotted her she hadn't left the stool.
Well, that was fine with him since it would make getting his hands around her neck a hell of a lot easier. He didn't know
why she was here, didn't care and he sure as hell didn't care that she looked sad. The only thing that mattered to him at the
moment was that she fucked with his night. With that in mind he made his way through the crowd.
A minute later he glared at the asshole standing next to her until he moved away and he could take his place. She didn't
realize that he was there. She was too busy watching the dance floor to notice anything going on around her.
When a whole minute went by and she didn't notice him he signaled for the bartender, a hot blonde with an inviting smile.
One look at him had her ignoring the customers vying for her attention.
"What can I get for you?" she asked as she looked him up and down. As she dragged her eyes up his chest to meet his eyes
she licked her lips. She'd been obvious about her perusal of him, he had not. In under ten seconds flat he knew if she was fuck
worthy, she was.
Maybe he'd pick her up as a treat to himself for all the bullshit his little recluse had caused him tonight, but then
remembered the shitload of work that waited for him back at the hotel. Oh well, it wasn't like he wouldn't find a willing woman
or two during the tour. When everything calmed down and he got his little recluse in line then he'd allow himself to indulge, but
not before then.
"Scotch on the rocks," he said, noting the way his little recluse froze up at the sound of his voice. He kept an eye on her in
case she decided to make a run for it as he picked up her drink and took a sip and nearly winced. Who the hell came to a bar to
drink soda? Apparently his little recluse did, which was fine with him since it meant that she'd be able to work for a few hours
with a clear head.
"Another Coke for the lady," he said, gesturing to Jamie and not really caring about the ice cold glare the bartender threw
at her.
He leaned against the bar and waited for Jamie to turn around. When she only continued to sit there rigid as a board he
sighed heavily as he grabbed the seat, ignoring that beautiful ass of hers and turned her around. When her eyes widened and she
noticeably swallowed he felt somewhat appeased. The moment he had her under his thumb he'd feel a whole hell of a lot
better.
"W-what are you doing here?" she asked, trying to shift back on her stool and away from him.
"I came to help you," he said absently while he watched the bartender move onto another customer. Well, it looked like he
wasn't getting his drink tonight.
"Help me?" she asked, frowning, not adorably, he decided. He didn't find a damn think adorable or sexy about her. Not at
all. He especially didn't like the way her dress pulled up mid-thigh, giving him a glimpse of beautiful light golden legs that
probably had other men groaning. He was not one of them and didn't care if she looked good, really good, he decided absently
a second later as he ran his eyes over her legs one more time.
"Mmmhmm," he said, forcing his eyes up and over a sinfully tight short black cocktail dress covered body. Much better
than that frumpy suit she wore the other day, he decided. "You obviously got lost on your way from your room to my room so I
came to help you," he explained tightly, mentally daring her to argue.
He wasn't having it. Not tonight. He had too much to do and not enough time to do it in. If this tour was going to work then
he needed to have her onboard and doing whatever he told her to do with minimal bullshit.
"Okay, I'm ready to go," she said meekly as she stood and headed for the door with her shoulders slumped and her eyes on
the floor.
What the hell?
Not that he was complaining. He wasn't, but he just hadn't expected it to be this easy. Hopefully
very least, dancing? Since he spotted her she hadn't left the stool.
Well, that was fine with him since it would make getting his hands around her neck a hell of a lot easier. He didn't know
why she was here, didn't care and he sure as hell didn't care that she looked sad. The only thing that mattered to him at the
moment was that she fucked with his night. With that in mind he made his way through the crowd.
A minute later he glared at the asshole standing next to her until he moved away and he could take his place. She didn't
realize that he was there. She was too busy watching the dance floor to notice anything going on around her.
When a whole minute went by and she didn't notice him he signaled for the bartender, a hot blonde with an inviting smile.
One look at him had her ignoring the customers vying for her attention.
"What can I get for you?" she asked as she looked him up and down. As she dragged her eyes up his chest to meet his eyes
she licked her lips. She'd been obvious about her perusal of him, he had not. In under ten seconds flat he knew if she was fuck
worthy, she was.
Maybe he'd pick her up as a treat to himself for all the bullshit his little recluse had caused him tonight, but then
remembered the shitload of work that waited for him back at the hotel. Oh well, it wasn't like he wouldn't find a willing woman
or two during the tour. When everything calmed down and he got his little recluse in line then he'd allow himself to indulge, but
not before then.
"Scotch on the rocks," he said, noting the way his little recluse froze up at the sound of his voice. He kept an eye on her in
case she decided to make a run for it as he picked up her drink and took a sip and nearly winced. Who the hell came to a bar to
drink soda? Apparently his little recluse did, which was fine with him since it meant that she'd be able to work for a few hours
with a clear head.
"Another Coke for the lady," he said, gesturing to Jamie and not really caring about the ice cold glare the bartender threw
at her.
He leaned against the bar and waited for Jamie to turn around. When she only continued to sit there rigid as a board he
sighed heavily as he grabbed the seat, ignoring that beautiful ass of hers and turned her around. When her eyes widened and she
noticeably swallowed he felt somewhat appeased. The moment he had her under his thumb he'd feel a whole hell of a lot
better.
"W-what are you doing here?" she asked, trying to shift back on her stool and away from him.
"I came to help you," he said absently while he watched the bartender move onto another customer. Well, it looked like he
wasn't getting his drink tonight.
"Help me?" she asked, frowning, not adorably, he decided. He didn't find a damn think adorable or sexy about her. Not at
all. He especially didn't like the way her dress pulled up mid-thigh, giving him a glimpse of beautiful light golden legs that
probably had other men groaning. He was not one of them and didn't care if she looked good, really good, he decided absently
a second later as he ran his eyes over her legs one more time.
"Mmmhmm," he said, forcing his eyes up and over a sinfully tight short black cocktail dress covered body. Much better
than that frumpy suit she wore the other day, he decided. "You obviously got lost on your way from your room to my room so I
came to help you," he explained tightly, mentally daring her to argue.
He wasn't having it. Not tonight. He had too much to do and not enough time to do it in. If this tour was going to work then
he needed to have her onboard and doing whatever he told her to do with minimal bullshit.
"Okay, I'm ready to go," she said meekly as she stood and headed for the door with her shoulders slumped and her eyes on
the floor.
What the hell?
Not that he was complaining. He wasn't, but he just hadn't expected it to be this easy. Hopefully
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