“Not a problem. Just give me their zip codes, and I’ll put them in the sat-nav,” I replied, opening the front door for Alyssa.
Istillrefused to give her the satisfaction of knowing how appealing I found her in the skimpy outfit, and instead focused my gaze on anything but her. Besides, I needed to concentrate on our surroundings and any hidden threats, and not the perfect shape of her ass.
I scanned the perimeter of the property, but there were no strangers lurking, or vehicles I didn’t recognize. Plus, my car was parked at the end of the Blythe’s long driveway, which was fenced off from the outside world by a security gate. Even a world class sniper would have had trouble shooting Alyssa before she got into my Range Rover.
I unlocked the car remotely, and then waited for Alyssa to get in, before I took up my place in the driver’s seat. Despite there beingplentyof room in the back, Alyssa had decided to sit next to me in the front passenger seat, and the scent of her perfume overwhelmed me as I sat behind the wheel.
I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, took a deep breath, and then asked, “So, where are we headed?”
“Brittany lives in Bel Air, so we’ll pick her up first,” Alyssa said, entering the zip code into the sat-nav. “Then we’ll collect Courtney from Holmby Hills.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Alyssa watching me, but I continued to ignore her presence as I turned on the ignition and pulled up to the security gate.
When we stopped to collect both of Alyssa’s friends, I was unsurprised to see they were both dressed in equally skimpy designer outfits too. Though neither the blonde Brittany nor the dark-skinned Courtney matched the stunning beauty of Alyssa.
We had no trouble getting into the high-end nightclub, and the bouncer barely glanced at the women’s I.Ds, though he did make sure to give me a good pat down for concealed weapons. But once I showed him my J&J Security identification, he was very welcoming.
As we walked into the main room of the club, all heads turned in our direction, as both male and female patrons stared with interest at the trio. I faded into the background, but my presence was ever looming. If anyone wanted to get close to Alyssa and her friends, they’d have to get through me first.
Alyssa and her friends brought brightly coloured cocktails and swallowed them down in a few quick gulps, before heading to the packed dance floor.
Bodies pressed against each other, as sexy ladies ground against attractive men. A few guys approached Alyssa and her friends, but when they saw me standing behind them like a silent, imposing shadow, they quickly lost their confidence.
Alyssa and her friends didn’t seem to mind that I was scaring off all the guys though. None of them seemed interested in dancing with anyone else and were happy just enjoying their freedom.
The trio of friends danced until they were panting heavily, and I assumed their feet — in their heeled shoes — were blistered. When a slower song started, they went to the bar and brought bottles of water.
“We’re just popping to the restroom,” Alyssa announced after swallowing down half the contents of her water bottle in one greedy gulp.
Her eyes widened, and she yelped, “You can’t come in there with us!”
Keeping my expression impassive, I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll wait outside. But I want to check who is in there first and watch the door so I know who exits and enters.”
Alyssa rolled her eyes, but didn’t argue, and instead, she, Brittany and Courtney weaved their way through the crowds of people and to the nearest restroom.
“The Bloodline won’t be hiding in the restroom,” Alyssa hissed in a low voice as we reached our destination.
“You don’t know that. They could have female members or paid someone off to wait in there for you. I won’t let you enter until I know it’s safe.”
Alyssa opened her mouth to protest, but then Courtney laid her hand on her friend’s arm, and said, “What’s the big deal? I wouldn’t mind having the restroom to ourselves.”
“Yeah, then we won’t have to worry about randoms wanting to borrow ourlip gloss,” Brittany added, but the way she said the word made me certain they weren’t talking about simple cosmetics.
Alyssa huffed out a breath. “Fine, go on then, do your thing.”
I pushed open the restroom door, and called out, “Is there anyone in here?”
When no answer came, I took a step further into the room, though I held the door open with one hand, so that I still had a clear view of Alyssa and her friends. Taking my gaze off them for only a moment, I peered at the gap in the bottom of each toilet stall, and seeing no one inside, I said, “Okay, ladies, the coast is clear. I’ll be waiting outside for you.”
Alyssa rolled her eyes again as she pushed past me and made her way into the restroom, but both Brittany and Courtney thanked me for checking it was safe.
Once the main door to the restroom closed, I stood with my back against it, knowing no one would be able to get in or out without going through me.
I knew women often took a long time in the restroom, but the amount of time it took for Alyssa and her friends to be done was ridiculous.
How did it take three womenthatlong to freshen up? It’s not like they were having to wait for available stalls or anything.
When Alyssa and her friends came out of the restroom, it was clear what had taken them so long. Alyssa, Brittany and Courtney’s eyes were all wide and glazed.
