She rolled her eyes and I focused back on Logan. “We have a situation with Cara. She needs to go.”
Logan crossed his thick arms, his black eyes flickering to all parties as I outlined everything I’d seen, including fucking Martin hitting on Willa, though that wasn’t a firable offense. I just wanted that asshole to know I saw him.
By the end of my story, Logan was staring down at Cara while she stood there sulking and pouting like a misbehaving teenager, spitting excuse after excuse.
“Stop!” Logan roared. “You do not work in my club and treat my guests like this. Get out and never return, Cara. Your last check will be mailed to you.”
She gave a long meaningful look at Martin, as if this was the moment he was supposed to step in and save her, or stop Logan from firing her, but Martin could do fuck all. Logan owned the place.
“Sorry, Cara,” Martin murmured.
“You son of a bitch! We had a deal! You said I would be protected!”
Logan pinned his cold, dark gaze on Martin. “Is that so?”
Martin put his hands up. “Logan, I’m sorry. I...I slept with her, but she came onto me and I never promised her shit,” he said fervently, his eyes wide with fear as he protested his innocence.
It was a tough call because they were both known liars, but in this situation, Cara definitely had the worse reputation of the two. Apparently, Logan agreed.
“Martin, if I find out you let your dick make your decisions again, you’re out on your ass. Kill, can you get someone to escort Cara out?”
I nodded and signaled one of my guys, Jake, who was by the door and had been keeping an eye on the situation after I arrived. He walked over and I told him to escort Cara out of the building and into her car.
“Martin, how could you!” Cara screamed while Jake gently, but firmly, took her by the arm and attempted to steer her to the exit.
“Cara, go,” Martin said in a stern voice, giving her a steady look and for whatever reason, it seemed to work.
“Fine. I’m leaving.” She stared at Martin for a long moment before Jake finally got her out the door.
Martin gave another round of awkward apologies and before quickly making himself scarce and disappearing to some other part of the club.
Logan stared at Martin’s retreating back, his jaw clenched, then turned to me. “Sorry about that, Kill.”
“No problem. Just sorry to pull you away from whatever you were doing.” I was eager for him to return to his activities. I didn’t like the way Willa’s eyes skated over Logan’s hard, tattooed body.
“It’s fine. Just needed some stress release tonight. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” he said, walking back to whomever he’d been playing with.
“I can’t believe you had sex with that woman,” Willa said, shaking her head as she continued to stare at the door Cara had disappeared through.
Little brat. I gave her another pinch on the bottom that had her squeaking and whirling around. “Ow! What was that for? I mean, I’m not wrong, am I?”
I needed to get off this subject fast. I walked her back toward the bar, caging her in, just as Martin had. “That’s not important. What I want to know is how you ended up here.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and thrust her chin up, challenging me. God, she was fucking hot. Her sky-blue eyes snapping up to meet mine, blonde hair in long, messy waves down her back, the tight t-shirt clinging to her tits, her nipples now hard and poking through the thin material. I wanted to fucking consume her. My cock was hammering in my pants, urging me to lift that little skirt and take what I wanted.
“You just left me down in that room, bored out of my mind. What else was I supposed to do?” she said cheekily. My hand itched to spank all that fucking attitude right out of her. And I would.
“You come here looking for anyone in particular?” I asked, feeling a kick in my chest as I remembered watching Martin hit on her.
She gave me a small smile, like she’d guessed that I’d been jealous. She looked like a mischievous little fairy. “Hmm, maybe,” she said and gave a slow perusal around the room, as if looking for a partner.
I gave a low growl and wrapped my arms around her, one of my hands sliding under her short skirt to cup her pussy, my finger sliding possessively over her dampening flesh. “This is mine. Nobody touches it but me. Not even you, unless I tell you to,” I whispered hotly in her ear, hearing her breathy gasp and feeling a gush of wetness on my hand. Oh, she liked when I controlled her. She liked it a fuck of a lot.
I carried her across the room to a more secluded little nook with a privacy screen that contained a few pieces of equipment. What I wanted was the spanking bench because that was exactly what my girl needed. To have her hot, sassy, misbehaving ass spanked.
“What are we doing over here?” she asked, her eyes scanning the equipment. Even though she’d asked the question, her expression indicated she knew exactly what we were doing.
I walked her against the wall in the darkened corner. I figured Willa wouldn’t appreciate being a spectacle for the entire room to observe. In fact, I found myself reluctant to share her with every motherfucker in the club, as well. I didn’t want those assholes to see her naked, to see her squirm and moan under my touch, to see her come. That was for me, and only me.