His meaning crystallized in an instant.
“You were going to try to seduce me? To help you?”
He laughed, and as much as I hated to admit it, his chuckle was a good one—although it should have sounded evil given the conversation we were having. “Sweetheart, I don’t have to try to seduce women.”
I shook my head and grabbed my note pad and a pen. “Whatever you say, Mr. Titan. I’m leaving. Please feel free to stay and enjoy the comforts of my office until the meeting begins. Although I’d prefer you didn’t.”
He stood, dropping the stress ball on my desk, and followed me toward the door. “So polite. You think those manners are going to be able to keep Leahy in line? Because there’s still time to toss him aside and fall in line with my original plan.”
Somehow his hand had found its way to the doorframe, and he was close enough to me that I could feel the heat of him on my back.
And once again, that was all I felt. No flare of attraction. No rush of excitement.
The logical side of my brain said that my life would probably be easier if I wanted someone like Titan. He might raise eyebrows in certain circles, but he wasn’t persona non grata without any hope of reversing that status.
But logic wasn’t ruling whatever I was getting into with Con—and that fact was scary as hell.
I wobbled on my heels, and Titan steadied me.
“Whoa. You okay?”
Am I okay? Do I want to be okay? Or do I want to be off balance and recklessly, foolishly not okay?
Clearing my throat, I grasped the door handle. “I think we’re done here, Mr. Titan. I’ll see you in the board room.”
This time he didn’t protest. Rather, he stepped back and allowed me to pull open the door and make my escape.
But for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I was running from something. I was finally running to something.
I was officially too old for this shit.
After finishing my last tat, I’d been ready to head up to my place and call it a night. Alone.
But instead, my manager had called in with a family emergency, and now I was sitting in the office at Tassel, wondering why in the hell I’d thought buying a strip club would be worth the trouble. I reminded myself that the best lead I’d had in over a year had come out of this place. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t turning into a giant fucking pain in my ass.
“That was my shit, and she wore it on stage without asking! I want half her tips from that set, because we all know her skanky ass wouldn’t have brought in nearly as much if it hadn’t been for my glitter G-string!”
What. The. Fuck.
“Bitch! Don’t you dare—”
“Both of you, shut it down,” I barked. Five minutes of this bickering was giving me a fucking headache. “Get the fuck out my office and back on the goddamn stage for your sets.”
I looked at Ginger, or whatever the fuck the redhead’s name was. “Keep your mitts off the other girls’ shit. And if I have to deal with this crap again, you’re both out on your asses.”
“That’s not fair—” Glitter G-string started.
“Out. Now.”
They both turned and marched their mostly-naked asses toward the door. My dick didn’t even perk up and take notice.
I rested my elbows on my desk and dropped my pounding head into my hands. I had to find an assistant manager and quick. I did not want to be handling bullshit like this—ever again.
I dug my thumbs into my temples and rubbed. The pressure receded slightly, and a cold, hard fact slid into place: The reason my dick hadn’t perked up at the ass-tastic display I’d just witnessed was because there was only one ass I wanted to see.
Totally pussy whipped, and I don’t even remember tasting that pussy.
I cringed at the knock on the door. This interruption had better not involve glitter G-strings.
I pushed up from the desk, and one of my bouncers popped his head in.
“Need you out front, boss. Got a brawl.”
Other than the furniture that might get busted up, and the tips the girls were losing, the idea of a fight didn’t piss me off too bad.
I would never be too old for cracking skulls together. A little bloodshed never hurt anyone.
Until I stepped into the main room and caught a flash of a blond head ducking behind the bar.
No way. She wouldn’t be stupid enough to come here.
A chair swung toward my head. Any answers would have to wait.
I bobbed and weaved, letting the chair fly over my shoulder and coming up to land two solid jabs and an uppercut that put the asshole on the ground and the chair skidding across the carpet. I stepped toward the bar, but halted when a huge motherfucker downed Nick, the biggest of my bouncers, and rushed toward the two girls cowering on the edge of the stage.
“Watch out!” The words and the voice grabbed my attention, and I glanced over my shoulder. A skinny fuck with a broken beer bottle swung it at me and missed. He blanched when I charged him. Grabbing him by the upper arms, I tossed him aside. The crunch as he hit the floor would have been satisfying, except I didn’t have any time to enjoy it. Another jackass was heading toward the bar—where my little society princess was hiding. I dodged fists and elbows as I crossed the room.
I reached the jackass before he could zero in on his target. All it took was a single hit to the jaw, and he crumpled to the ground. I jumped over the edge of the bar, uncertain of what I would find behind it.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Con landed on his feet in a crouch. His voice was hoarse, and his chest heaved with exertion. From what I’d seen, he’d taken on about a half dozen really unfriendly looking guys, all by himself.