Sitting at my desk at Club Writhe when it’s not crowded with bodies and vibrating with music is something I could never seem to get used to. It’s like my mind and body need loud music and sounds of people enjoying the atmosphere I bring them. Oddly enough, the noise quiets my racing thoughts and helps calm my otherwise antsy body.
I study the reports in front of me, but the numbers jumble together and refuse to make sense to me. Not because I don’t understand the figures, but because all I can think about is the fact that at any moment, I’ll be meeting the man who will be up my ass for the foreseeable future. And it makes my skin feel tight with annoyance.
Tapping a pen on my desk, I go over the numbers for what seems like the tenth time. My uncle sits across from me looking at something on his phone––a deep scowl on his face.
“Bad news?” I ask, never looking up from my papers.
“Everything is right as rain, hombrecito.” When I glance up at him, his eyes are unfocused, and he’s looking off into the distance.
“You sure?” I ask, but he never gets to answer because a knock sounds on my office door. I look down at the screen for the camera outside my office, only to find it completely blank. “What the fuck?” I try to pull up the other cameras to check the main floor, but nothing comes up.
“Problem?” My uncle stands and comes around my desk when another knock sounds.
“None of the fucking cameras are working.” My pulse races, and my hands fist. I have the best security system money can buy, so this shit shouldn’t be happening.
“I got the door, little man. You work on that.” He walks to the door, his hand on his nine-millimeter at his back. Slowly opening the door, he speaks to the person on the other side, and I’m on high alert when a giant of a man dressed in blue jeans and a black T-shirt walks in. His bald ebony head shines under my office lights, and his arms are as big as fucking tree trunks. When the man is followed by another, I’m now confused as to why Caleb Marron is standing in my office and why my uncle would let a possible threat into my space.
Though my nerves are tingling with the possibility of danger, I play it cool. “Sorry, Marron, but I have a meeting any minute now. I don’t know why you’re here, but I don’t have time for any threats or any other bullshit you may have come to spout.” I know I’m being an asshole, but with my security down and a would-be rival club owner standing in my office, I’m a bit on edge.
When I look at my uncle for backup, his face has lost some of its color, and I can see his pulse thumping in his neck. But he’s not reaching for his weapon, which brings me some comfort.
“Marron? Caleb Marron?” My uncle asks, and I furrow my brow at his out-of-character reaction to the man. Caleb looks at my uncle, and something passes between the two men.
My confusion doubles, but I decide to leave it and move the conversation forward. “Like I said, Marron, I have shit to do. So, you can see yourself and your goon out. And don’t touch anything.” I sit back in my chair, dismissing the man, but all I get in return is a condescending smirk from him.
“Mr. Kendry,” the big guy begins. “I’m Jax Townsend, C.E.O. of Marron House Security. Your mother hired our group for your personal security.” My eyes widen, and my mouth gapes. This fucking tank is going to be guarding me? But then his words register. He said he is the C.E.O. There’s no way he will be the one to guard me. Looking at Caleb, I also deduce he won’t take time away from his precious billion-dollar tech empire to watch over some beneath-him club owner.
“Let’s gets get one thing straight: I agreed to this out of respect for my mother and uncle, but gentlemen, please inform the guy that will be ‘protecting’ me that I have a particular way of life, and he isn’t to interfere.”
Both men look at each other before Caleb steps toward my desk and studies my blank camera feed. “Having some equipment issues?” he asks, and when his lips tip up in a smug smile, it clicks. The bastard fucked with my cameras. I’m leaping from my chair and charging around my desk, ready to throttle the bastard when a leggy blonde in a leather jacket walks into my office––and she’s fucking stunning.
She has a heart-shaped face with perfectly plump lips, deep brown eyes, and long blonde hair that was meant to be fisted in my hands. She cocks one hip to the side in attitude, and I follow that hip to a narrow waist and firm high breasts that press against a black cotton T-shirt, and instantly I’m semi-hard.
My blues eyes land on her brown ones, and her smirk matches Marron’s. When she lifts a fistful of wires in her hands, that smirk becomes a full-on shit-eating grin.
“I found these laying around. Where would you like me to put them?” I realize instantly that the cords are from my security cameras, and my blood heats for an entirely different reason.
“What the fuck? Who the hell are you, and why the fuck do you have the cords to my cameras in your hand?” I want to tear the blonde bombshell apart as much as I want to fuck her into the couch, but I refrain from doing either––if only for the others in the room.
“Mr. Kendry, I would like to introduce you to Elizabeth Marron. Your personal security agent,” Caleb says in way of answering.
I stand stock-still for a moment, taking in the situation before me. The room is deathly silent. That is until I burst into laughter. “You’re kidding me, right?” I ask through fits of laughter, and when I expect a look of offense on their faces––I get nothing. No anger, no amusement. Nothing.
“I assure you I am not kidding, Mr. Kendry. Lizzy was the Dallas P.D.’s top officer before she came to work for M.H.S. She is trained in several mixed martial arts and weaponry. Here is her dossier, along with references.” He drops a manilla folder on my desk that I refuse to acknowledge.
My amusement dies down, and I wipe away the tears of laughter. “She’s either your wife or sister, so of course, you’re going to say her shit doesn’t stick.” My tone is biting, but still, their faces remain stoic.
“Lizzy is my sister. But let's get one thing straight, Mr. Kendry.” He steps in my direction. “I don’t hire based on emotions or familiarity. That way of business gets people killed.” His tone is resolute, and I can hear him daring me to challenge him, and I want to––badly. But when the blonde—Lizzy––drops the wires on my desk, any scathing words I have ready flee.
“While your—” she cast her eyes to the man named Jax, “what did he call you? A goon?” With her eyes locked back on mine, she continues, “While your goons were distracted by the two men at my side, I was able to slip around your club undetected and disable every noticeable camera on the main floor.” She widens her stance, and her arms cross over her pert tits. “I may look like a beauty queen, but I think like a cop, and I attack like a fucking lion.” She jerks her chin toward the folder on my desk. “Look over my file. Get a good study in. I’ll be briefing your guys and my team. Then we’ll map out a better security system.” Without any further discussion, she strides to the door, her hips swinging seductively, and my eyes immediately feast on her tasty ass.
When I hear a throat clear, I look up to find Caleb giving me a threatening sneer while Jax Townsend tries to keep the smile off his face.
I shrug and sit back in my desk chair. “Well, I guess we’ll see if this shitshow works out. I’ll make sure to put blondie to the test.” I smirk at Caleb, and his growl hits my ears before his knuckles hit my desk.
“I don’t need your business or your money, Mr. Kendry, so don’t think for one minute I won’t tear you apart if you try anything that would put my agent in harm's way. Your mother came to M.H.S., and I gave her the respect she deserves as a woman and a concerned mother. You will do the same for Liz. Not because she’s my sister, but because she’s a professional and a fucking credit to her sex. Are we clear, Mr. Kendry?”
I have to admire the fucker, but it doesn’t mean I am above poking the bear. I stand and extend my hand to him. “I appreciate your time, Mr. Marron. I’m sure Liz can speak for herself. After all, like you said, she’s a credit to her sex.”
I see the moment he’s about to jump across my desk, but Townsend slaps him on the back and grips his shoulder. “You’re right. Lizzy can speak for herself, and I would caution you to remember that, Mr. Kendry. Have a nice evening.” Both men exit, and the smirk still playing on my lips can’t be helped. Threaten me, and I only come at you harder.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” I swing my eyes to my uncle and see the disappointment in his hazel orbs.
“Oh, come on, Tío. I was just fucking around,” I dismiss his rebuke, then recall the moment that passed between Marron and him. “And what the hell was that?” I gesture toward the door. “When you saw Marron, you went white as a fucking sheet.”
He casts his eyes over my shoulder––getting lost in thought. When I think he’s not going to answer my question, he finally speaks, “I helped his father and uncle rescue his mother from an arms dealer when you were just a boy. Caleb is the spitting image of her,” he says reverently.
It’s the most information my uncle has ever disclosed about his work with the F.B.I., and the way his eyes soften when he mentions Caleb’s mother has me wondering if there’s more to the story.
With my shocked expression, he approaches my desk. “Swear to me,” he rasps. “Swear to me that you will keep that to yourself. I mean it, Ethan. I could tell Caleb recognized me, but it doesn’t need to go any further than that.”
I quickly reassure him. “Of course. I won’t say a word.” He lets out a sigh of relief, and I’m caught between asking him for more details and just waiting to do my own research when suddenly my computer screens light up with the live camera feed from the main floor.
When I look each feed over, my eyes are drawn to camera three, where Lizzy’s big brown eyes stare into the camera, and I imagine those eyes looking up at me as she takes my cock deep in her throat. She flutters dark lashes innocently and gives the camera a big toothy grin before flipping it––and by proxy me––the bird. I laugh out loud, and my dick turns rock solid.
This beautiful golden phoenix is going to burn my world to the ground.
And I can’t wait.