Page 64 of Cruel Debts
When we finally pulled into the club, I sighed in relief. I hadn't been subjected to any negative questions or judgment, and she hadn't given the vibes that she was still mad. In fact, she was still beaming as we walked in through a side door.
Although the bouncer there did give me a hell of a death glare when I insisted I be let in with her. She had to explain the situation before he'd step aside, and even then, it was with an enormous amount of simmering irritation.
He didn't appear to like his authority challenged.
Good. Let him stew over it. What did I care? I was here for one thing, and one thing only—keeping Trin safe.
I realized how difficult that would actually be as soon as I tried to follow her into a dressing room area and was stopped at the door, this time by a woman.
"Uh, sir, I'm sorry but you're not allowed back here. Girls only." Her taloned fingers dug into my bicep, and I struggled to keep from flinching at the unwanted physical contact. "You'll have to wait outside, or find something else to keep you busy." One look in her eyes revealed her little secret: she was more than happy to volunteer herself as a distraction.
"Not happening," I spat, grabbing onto Trinity's arm. "I'm not leaving you alone. That's my one rule."
Her look of frustration mirrored my own. "Asher, it's just a dressing room. I just have to put on my outfit, and I'll be right back. Nothing's going to happen to me while I'm in there."She gestured to the security guard a few feet away and sighed. "There's plenty of backup to make sure I'm safe."
"I don't trust them to keep you safe," I told her, my position firm. "Either I come in with you, or you don't go in."
"Asher—"
"Pretty Bird?—"
"Oh my god, listen. What if I leave the door cracked so you can hear?"
Her attempts at compromise were futile. "Not a chance."
"You're being unreasonable, you know."
"Uh, can you two figure this shit out and get out of the way? Some of us have to work." The girl from earlier was no longer trying to make herself into my next meal and had moved on to aggravation. "This isn't a parking zone."
"Bitch, pump your brakes, okay? I've been working here far longer than you, and I'll be damned if some two-week freshman is about to tellmewhat to do." Trinity grabbed my hand with an eye roll and leaned in through the door, clearing her throat. "Girls, I'm gonna need you to hurry up and clear out for a few minutes. I've got a babysitter, and I'm not allowed to change alone."
There were a bunch of murmured complaints, but the girls started filing out one by one, some in various states of undress. Around the third set of tits that came out of the dressing rooms uncovered, I started to regret my stubbornness.
But not enough to go back on the demands.
"Come on, you asshole," she huffed, dragging me into the room with her and shutting the door. "I'll be quick."
I didn't move fast enough to look away as she dropped her trenchcoat and started stripping at light speed. Hell, when she flung her bra across the room, I instinctively reached out and caught it, flushing as I realized I was holding on to Trinity McCoy's fuckingbra.
Her bra. That had just been on her tits moments ago.
Shit.
My phone started to vibrate, which was a bad sign. That meant someone had gotten back to the dorm sooner than I planned. If I didn't answer, they'd just keep calling. If it were Hawke, he could have tracked my device had I not left our location behind. But if I picked up, they'd want an explanation, and I didn't want to give one just yet. Especially not in the presence of this frustrating woman?—
—who was busy pulling a pair of sexy neon-pink panties up her long legs, her ass bent over and bared to me, and holy shit, was that the hint of her pussy when she shifted her legs?
Fuck it. I could look away. I could pretend I wasn't staring. But she knew better. She could see me in the fucking mirror. When our eyes locked, she straightened and snapped the damn band of the thong, and I had to tighten my grip on the side of the chair I sat in, because I needed some pain to distract me from the tightness of my pants.
Boy, if the others weren't already on their way, there'd be no stopping the urge I had in me to take her, bend her over my knee, and spank the sass right out of her for the teasing. Maybe I'd show her what a real tease was, give her a taste of her own medicine.
But with the knowledge that they'd be here before I'd had my fill, my control was better. Stronger. Out of necessity.
"Trinity," I growled, just as someone banged on the door. "You'd better make this fast. It looks like our time is up."
Thank fuck, too. I was starting to slowly lose my mind.
"Oh, right, sorry." She was not sorry, not in the least. "Lemme just grab my wristband for the night, and the paints out of my bag?—"
