Page 19 of Becoming the Owners
Because the only man I could see on my arm as we walked through the club had a wicked glare, a fiery temper, and an ass made for ogling.
Chapter 6
Conner
“No, I’m good, but I am curious to know why the hell you’re letting me in your house without knowing more about me.” He might’ve answered every question I’d asked, but the idiot hadn’t asked nearly enough about me.
With anyone else I’d have thought it was because their plan was to get in my pants, but he was weird enough I wasn’t worried about that.
Brass Man barked out a laugh as he headed toward his kitchen where he said he was going to get us water…which I had a feeling would be sealed in bottles and clearly safe for me. “I know enough about you, but I think it’s cute that you’re trying to protect me.”
Because the idiot needed protecting.
“What do you know?” Wandering the living room that was smaller than I’d expected given what he’d hinted at about his finances, I was curious to understand what he’d noticed about me besides my ass that made him want me.
This wasn’tbooty shorts levelstalking.
“Can I first ask why it’s taken you this long to ask that question?” The grin in his voice had me frowning toward the kitchen doorway.
“No.” His laugher had me trying to decide if he’d tossed the limit on not making me want to throw something at him right out the window.
“Sorry.” Coughing, he tried to cover it up. “Something in my throat.”
Like his common sense.
“Sure. That sounds perfectly believable.” That had his snickering going again, but he had his face and his sense of humor under control as he came back into the living room holding…yep…two sealed bottles of water.
“Have a seat.” He handed one over as he carefully left me the couch and picked an oversized chair that was at an angle facing me.
If he hadn’t made it clear he wanted me, I’d have started to question what we were doing here.
But as he settled in, he went right back to my question, which made me more confident about his desire. “I’ll be perfectly frank and say it was not your sense of humor that I first noticed.”
His wicked grin flashed before he got it under control and went back to being the perfect gentleman…or maybe the perfect gentleman Dom. “I noticed you dancing and filed you away as sexy and aloof and not for me.”
He shrugged as I chuckled, not surprised at all by that description since it’d been what I was aiming for. “You don’t exactly look approachable most of the time, and I wasn’t interested in sexy and distant. Someone who just wants to be looked at but without the substance to keep drawing me in just isn’t for me.”
It was easy to see he believed that looks alone wouldn’t have drawn him in, but I still wasn’t sure what’d changed his tune. “So you don’t normally stalk the dancers? Good to know.”
His eyes sparkled, but he gave me a very regal nod as he opened his bottle. “I’m glad you approve.”
Brat.
“So yes, I’d noticed you but I’ve been so focused on work the past few years relationships have taken a back seat.” He shrugged, taking a drink.
As he balanced the bottle on his knee, he got a bit of a faraway look. “I’ve dated a bit and had a few short-lived relationships, but that was it. Until you turned into an avenging angel and then I couldn’t help myself.”
My groan had him grinning ear to ear.
Fuck. I knew exactly what he was talking about.
“I missed what started it—I’m pretty sure we were debating drinks versus a dry club—but as I turned, I saw you marching across the room in those heels of yours with fire coming out of your eyes. Everyone parted like the Red Sea and you nearly decked some asshole.” Brass Man’s eyes went distant for a moment as he smiled and I knew he was remembering the drama. “Then you proceeded to give that shy cutie the lap dance of his life as the idiot got kicked out.”
“He was a cute kid who’d stumbled into the biggest asshole in the room.” One who hadn’t wanted to take no for an answer and who seemed to be enjoying picking on the kid with some kind of braces on his legs to keep him steady. “And what pissed me off the most was that the cutie never came back.”
His reactions and the way he’d almost melted were fun…much more fun than the average idiot who tried to grab my ass.
Nodding, Brass Man frowned. “Yeah, but if it makes you any happier, I had a friend look him up online and he’s now in what seems to be a serious relationship.”
