Page 52 of Playing with Forever
Lately I’ve been drawn to tough bodyguards who drive me crazy in bed.Oh, I was more than ready to show her just how crazy I could make her.
I kept my hand on the small of her back as we left and went to the valet to get the car. I headed right for the club. I knew we were both dressed a little fancy for a sex club, but hey, people fucked there out in public. Rules were out the window. People wore gimp suits and played at being puppies or wore bondage corsets and chastity belts. Nobody at the club gave a shit or judged anyone else, which was the beauty of a place like that.
I escorted her inside and I could feel a few people staring—mostly at Andrea. She blushed a little, but I made a point to parade her around the club. She looked amazing and I wanted everyone to see that, wanted her to realize how special she was and, okay, selfishly I wanted every man in the place to know she wasmine, too.
“Starting to feel a bit like a prize,” she muttered crankily.
I laughed and patted the hand tucked into the crook of my arm. “That’s because youarea prize. You deserve to know your worth and be the center of attention.”
We had made a full circuit at that point and reached the bar again. “Want anything to drink?”
“No, I’m good. I had that champagne earlier.”
“Great.” I grabbed her hand, anxious to get her alone, strip her naked, and have my way with her. “Let’s—”
“Oh my God, Chase?”
I turned at the mention of my name, shocked to see Naomi Starr, the A-list actress I’d spent the week guarding, standing there. She hadn’t been an awful client, just a bit self-centered without realizing that’s how she behaved. A lot of celebrities were like that. Very accustomed to everything orbiting around them.
Clearly, she’d somehow managed to get herself an invitation into The Players Club.
Naomi was dressed up like she was going to do a burlesque show in the lounge, with lots of rhinestones on her lingerie and sparkling pasties with tassels over her nipples. Not really my thing, personally, but I was sure she’d have no shortage of offers tonight.
“Hey, enjoying yourself?” I asked, stopping for a moment to be polite.
“Oh, so much,” she purred, putting her hand on my forearm and leaning close. “I was hoping to see you here.”
My brows flew up in shock, because as her security detail she’d given me no indication that she was attracted to me. Or maybe it was because I wasn’t attracted to her and had missed the signs?
“Oh?” I said, not sure how else to respond.
Naomi laughed and stroked my arm. “You can’t be all that surprised. It’s been so hot watching you do your thing, protecting me and looking so…alpha.”
At my side, Andrea had a coughing fit.
Naomi didn’t even look in Andrea’s direction. It was like Andrea didn’t exist.
“I’m flattered.” I gently removed Naomi’s hand from my arm, trying to figure out a way to let her down easy so I didn’t offend her. “But as one of my clients, I’m afraid mixing business and pleasure isn’t something I do. I wouldn’t want to compromise my professional role.”
“Aww, c’mon, don’t tell me you don’t want to get a little of your Kevin Costner on,” she said, referencing the iconic movie, The Bodyguard.
Naomi pouted up at me, her brown eyes peeking up through her lashes. She was beautiful, no denying it, but I suspected she wouldn’t be able to handle what I really enjoyed. I already had a woman who did and would and had. And no one, no matter how beautiful, could hold a candle to Andrea.
“I’m afraid not,” I insisted. “But I hope you have fun tonight.”
I looked over at Andrea. “Shall we get a room?”
Andrea was bristling like a wet cat, claws out. It was adorable. “Let’s,” she snapped.
I almost laughed out loud at her little tantrum, but I didn’t want to provoke her in front of Naomi and potentially extend our conversation. I took Andrea’s hand and tugged her along up the stairs, and once we were in one of the private rooms, Andrea whirled on me.
Her eyes flashed with heat and accusation. “Care to explain whatthatwas?”
“That,” I said, stripping out of my tuxedo jacket and setting it on the back of the couch in the room, “was a client who wants to play out her silly little bodyguard fantasies at the club.”
Andrea rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, pure defiance rippling off her. “Like you weren’t checking out those perky sparkly boobs of hers?”
I couldn’t help it—I grinned, which seemed to only make her more irritated. “Are you jealous?” I asked, casually rolling up the sleeves of my dress shirt.
