Page 32 of Killian's Vengeance

“Well, regardless of the cost of membership, I don’t have any other clothes here. I guess your rich clientele is going to have to suffer looking at my sexless, low-class flip flops for one evening.”

He smirked, then cocked his head. “You know, we have some clothes for women here.” He ran an appraising eye down my body. “I’m certain we have things that fit you.”

I shook my head, remembering all too well what Killian had chosen for me to wear last night. “Thanks, but I think I’ll stick with my picnic wear.”

He shrugged. “The offer stands if you change your mind. You might find yourself a new partner and want to wear something a little more…alluring. Then again, you might end up wearing nothing at all.”

I was gulping down my Cosmo when he said the last part and it caused me to choke on my drink. “I’m not walking around naked in a public place!”

He smirked again. “There have been a lot of ladies who have said the same thing and have ended up bare ass naked in here.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t fathom any circumstance where I’d agree to take off my clothes with fifty other people standing around next to me. No way. I knew Killian had awakened some unexpected urges inside of me, but I can safely say exhibitionism wasn’t going to be one of them. “I wish I had a hundred dollars to bet with right now because I would definitely be making two hundred dollars by the end of the night.”

“Lot of ladies said that, too.”

I snorted. “Not this lady,” I said, jerking my thumb toward myself and finishing my Cosmo. God, I’d needed that, the burn of alcohol, the pleasant haziness slightly blurring the edges of the bizarre reality I had somehow slipped into.

He shot me a speculative look, then broke out into a sensual grin as he rounded the bar. “Care to give me the chance to change your mind?”

My mouth dropped, not anticipating that this guy, the manager of the freaking club, was going to hit on me. “Aren’t you working?” I asked, confused and uncomfortable at his sudden interest.

He slid a finger up my upper arm, causing me to flinch away from him. “There are some benefits to being in charge,” he murmured, moving his arms to cage me against the bar.

“Uh, I think?—”

“You bitch!” I heard a female voice screech.

I craned my neck around Martin to see the girl who had stopped by Killian’s room earlier, Cara, standing there with her hands on her hips, a look of disgust on her pretty face. “What are you doing? Whoring your way through the entire club staff? First you take Killian from me, and now Martin?”

Martin rolled his eyes, looking exasperated as he stepped back from me. “Cara, calm down.”

“How can I calm down when it looks like both you and Killian are into this dumpy train wreck.”

Dumpy? I looked down at my flip flops and shrugged. Fair enough. Cara looked like she was teetering on the edge of breakdown, so I tried to scoot myself away from the both of them.

“Jesus, Cara, you fucking work here. Act like it,” Martin snapped. “You don’t fucking berate guests about who they’re sleeping with at a fucking sex club. If she wants to fuck Killian then fuck me, she can.”

I shot a bulgy-eyed look at Martin. He had deeply misinterpreted our interaction. While I agreed with his sentiment in theory, I wasn’t remotely interested in having sex with him.

“Actually—” I started.

Cara gave me a venomous look and looked back at Martin, her lush lower lip jutting out into a full pout. “What do you even see in this bottle blonde slut? Since when are you into Killian’s sloppy seconds?”

Okay, now she was going too goddamned far. I couldn’t believe the irony of being slut-shamed in a sex club! I put my hands on my hips and shot her a ferocious scowl. “Maybe everyone blowing you off isn’t a ‘me’ problem, but a ‘you’ problem. If you can’t keep a man, that’s not my fault,” I retorted as I stepped toward her aggressively. I was getting pretty sick of this woman calling me a whore.

“You fucking bitch!” she screeched, stepping toward me, menace flaring in her amber eyes as she flung ten taloned fingers in my direction. Before I could react, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me off the ground and to the side.

“What the fuck is going on here?” A deep, familiar voice boomed behind me.

Chapter 14

Killian

“Hey, Kill, your girl is in the club.”

My head jerked up, fully distracted from the involved conversation I’d been having with Cullen about several accounts we’d neglected in the last couple of days. We were bickering about which team to engage for a surveillance gig at Majewski’s Car Dealership when Ian’s monotone voice informing me of Willa’s presence in the club garnered all of my attention.

I stared at the wall of surveillance monitors, my eyes quickly finding the one with Willa. What the fuck was she even doing up there? I thought she was safely tucked away in my room. It never occurred to me that she’d want to visit the club.

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