The Loan Shark's Obsession

the dim, sweaty recesses of the club. The flashing lights caressed my skin in fleet

amplified reflection of my desires laid bare t

g music, looping her arm through mine and guiding me toward the b

ht the bartender's eye with a flirty

led up next to me, her lips brushing my ear.

like a week ago, gimme a

cool," Kat admonished. She eyed me critically. "Look, we both know just about every dude in

t she was already craning her nec

ds. "Jesus, Kat! I'm not about to ju

ot? It's not like you were getting a

nths, our physical intimacy dwindling to almost nothing. Still, the thought of being so

ed with my drink, unable to meet her gaze. "Like I'd just

f a one night stand, babe." She threw back the last of her vodka cran

was already zeroing in on her next target. "

re to the VIP section cordon

a panther surveying his territory, was possibl

more than my monthly rent - the fabric draping over his powerful

and darkness that clung to him, an exhi

to the rugged square jawline. But it was his eyes that truly arrested me - a pair of icy

sluttiest outfits, their eyes locked hungrily o

to trail teasing fingertips along his stubbled

alking to the man lounging opp

r," Kat gushed under her breath. "Tall, chiseled and absolutely rippe

ha,

imple act of observing this supremely confident, almost pred

wa

lthy bus

erful

thing..

in!" Kat knocked back the d

r cleavage and hiking her skirt higher on her thighs. "You're seriously go

ittering with mischief. "Exactly. Fun's no fun w

be a total

he bigger the dick. That's

andma was a churchgoer. I highly d

ed the Lord doesn't mean s

I get i

Grandma was onto somethi

the VIP ropes with a rolling sway to her hips, navigating the crowd like a

looked like he could eat people like Kat fo

might be biting off way more t

nning the velvet rope, batting her lashes in that

, his beady eyes roamed over her body in an obvious leer

lewd inspection as an invitatio

an's slick-suited companion - stood a

at chiseled jawline, prompting a lazy

nder upper arm as he physically wrenched her backward. She tried to protest with a look of w

furious moue and eyes flashing mutinous fire. "Can you believe those di

mutely as she launched in

stopped

ically deep baritone, puffing out her chest, "'VIP is for high-rollers only. Pretty little things like you

then the other asshole in the stupid black suit goes-" she shifted into an oily, contemptuous tone, "'My

vices? Like I'm some cheap hooker? That prete

d by what the Mystery Ma

e laug

sometimes, but she didn't deserve

just expect to walk into the VIP like that. It's called VIP for a

ooting up towards her hairline. "Oh, so you're taking their side

on as usual. "I'm just saying, there's a process to these things. You can't j

becaus

etting what you want with a bat of your eyelashes. That

a split second before the fie

called a prostitute just for shooting my shot? That'

babe. Those assholes were way out

lounge, suddenly very aware of the wei