Though the man smiled warmly at her, much friendly than the surly grump holding her thigh, Sandman didn’t shake her hand; he was smirking at Lawless, touching her possessively.
“This is new. It’s a lovely collar, sweetheart.”
“Go sweetheart somewhere else, Sandman,” Lawless issued.
Sandman laughed, unaffected by Lawless’ tone. And Angela asked, “How long have you two known each other?” Was he another lover from Lawless’ past? Couldn’t he fuck someone ugly so that she didn’t feel like a bridge troll? Jeez.
“He’s not a lover, angel.” Lawless read her mind, and she pulled a face, bumping his shoulder. “He only wishes,” Sandman added. “This asshole degenerate was one of the first through the doors when I opened in Denver.”
Angela snorted, “of course, he was. Can you smell a sex club a mile away, Lawless?” She earned the hottest stare and a leg squeeze. “You’ll pay for that mouth when I get you home.”
Oh, goodie.
“We have a stage free,” offered the other man.
“Not tonight. We’re only visiting. How is the gift I sent your way working out?”
“Fuck, she’s a dream. I owe you, my friend.” And then, after a minute of conversation, said, “I hate to pull you away from this sweetheart, but do you have a minute to talk?”
Lawless looked at her, and Angela nodded, so he slid out of the booth, but she touched his stomach. “Kiss first?”
He grunted low and dropped his head, as if indulging a pampered pooch. Adoring him and his crushing lips as they slammed down on hers, forcing her lips wider to lick inside. She was winded when he was done. “I’ll be a minute, then we can get out of here,” he told her.
To save time, she went to the coat check. While Angela was waiting, she heard. “You’re new.”
Angela wasn’t new to cocky men, how they came onto her, or their sleazy words like they thought her panties would walk themselves down her legs.
The guy addressing her had cocky asshole written all over his designer suit.
“Not leaving, are you, lovely? Not before I’ve marked your gorgeous skin.”
“Excuse me?” What she was really saying was,re-fucking-think what you just said to me.
Cocky asshole didn’t get the message, and he smirked, running a fingertip down her bare arm. Shrugging off his creepy touch, she sneered. “I’m here with someone. Fuck off.”
“Oh, she has fire. Those are my favorite submissives to break.”
Affronted on all levels, Angela slipped into her long coat and turned fully to the simpering asshole who thought he was god’s gift and she the lowly woman who should beg at his feet.
“You have the maturity of a Brussels sprout. I’m not a submissive, not interested in whatever you’re selling.” She pointed to the diamonds around her neck, “and I’m very taken, so move along.”
Oh, he didn’t like being told what to do. Such a shame for his tiny ego. Angela checked behind him, and Lawless was striding across the darkened club. Though it had been an experience, and she’d like to come back again, she wanted to be at home slithering like a horny serpent on her man.
Oily dick kept talking, “collars mean nothing to me, gorgeous. I’m a well-respected dominant around here, and I can have my pick of anyone I want. Whoever you’re here with won’t mind letting me play with you.”
Oh, shit. Did she tell him the bad news now?
Nah, Angela smiled to herself as Lawless got closer, clocking the situation and reading it correctly when his scowl turned darker than midnight. She’d let her man deliver the news.
The creep tried to touch her waist, and Angela knocked his arm away.
She wasn’t a cruel person, though she had a temper on her sometimes, she didn’t dive headfirst into arguments like Luxe and Roux, but hand to God, the moment the guy saw Lawless behind him, all color dropped out of his face and Angela was amused.
“Fuck. Lawless. Hey, didn’t know you were back.”
“Did he just touch you?” Lawless directed to her, and she didn’t give him lip for once. Nodding, she popped the P when she answered, “Yep. He can have the pick of anyone in here, he said.” Shit, she was so helpful.
The devil entered Lawless’ eyes, and she was so turned on she had to rub her thighs together.