Page 67 of Seduce

“Public record. I have a business license and a liquor license, even though we don’t use that,” Max said.

“There’s really nothing she can do but search public records. Everything we’ve done is legal,” Jordan said. “I should know. I made sure all the paperwork was executed properly.”

“We’ve never tried to hide that it’s a private club, and we don’t talk about who we see there,” Damon added.

“Do you think this will hurt business?” Sierra asked.

“What is she going to print? Pleasant Valley has a BDSM club?” Max snickered. “Hell, we’d most likely be overrun with people.”

Sierra laughed. “You’re probably right.”

“I wouldn’t worry. I told her if she continued to harass us, she’d find herself with a restraining order,” Damon said.

“No reporter wants that,” Crystal said, then yawned.

“That’s my cue,” Jordan said. “We both have work in the morning.”

“Yeah, we should be going too,” Max said.

“Max, catch a ride to my place?” Damon asked.

“Sure.”

They left the coffee house, and thankfully, the reporter was gone. “Give me a minute,” Damon said to Max. Damon walked Tessa to her car. “Dinner Friday?”

“I’d like that, but come to my place. I can cook.”

“All right.” He drew her against him. His body reacted. “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“The reporter?”

“She didn’t upset me. I was more concerned with everyone else.”

Damon wasn’t so sure. Her shoulders were still stiff. But now wasn’t the time to confront her. Not in front of their friends. “All right. Until tomorrow night at the club.” Damon lowered his head. The second his lips touched hers, Tessa parted her mouth so he could explore. He tasted the chocolate in the mocha she’d had at the coffee shop.

He didn’t want to break the kiss. His dick was pulsing, wanting more. He wanted more. But not tonight. She had work tomorrow and so did he.

“Damon,” she whispered when he lifted his head.

“I know. But you need to work.” He opened her car door. “Drive home safely and call me once you’re home.”

“I will.” She climbed behind the wheel. “Club tomorrow night and dinner Friday.”

“I’ll be there. And I’ll bring dessert on Friday.”

Tessa grinned as she shut the door, rolled down the window, and started her vehicle. “I thought I was dessert.”

Before Damon could form an answer, she pulled out of her spot and drove out of the parking lot with a wave. Damon shook his head. He was going to have a boner all night now. He made his way to where Max’s SUV was parked and climbed in the back seat.

“Thanks for the ride home. I didn’t want Tessa to drive out and back.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t take her home with you,” Max said, pulling out onto the street.

“She has work tomorrow, but I considered it.”

Sierra turned in her seat. “Don’t hurt my friend, Damon.”

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