Page 7 of The Breeding Cave
The aroma of his cologne drifted through my nostrils, and I gently pressed my thighs together, letting out a small giggle. It was the same smell of cologne from earlier at that beast’s penthouse.
Is Brent secretly the beast? If he is, then why didn’t I smell that cologne last night? And that musky scent wasn’t what was making my pussy ache earlier. No, it was that scent of cinnamon that was doing all sorts of things to me.
“So, do you have any plans for tonight?” I asked, trying to get as much information out of him as possible. I didn’t think that Brent was a billionaire or could afford a ten-million-dollar night of sin with me, but … maybe?
At least, if he thought I was onto him, then maybe he would come clean.
He cracked a smirk and placed his forearm on the counter. “Why? You wanna do something?”
“Oh, um,” I said, cheeks burning, “no.”
“I’m free tonight, if you wanna grab a couple of drinks.”
Fuck, why did I have to get myself into trouble?! Tell him no, Yeosin, because you have?—
“Sure,” I found myself saying because I was a damn people pleaser, which was how I had gotten in trouble with the Dragon Clan in the first place. But I mean, drinks with Brent couldn’t be that bad, right?
Plus, I needed something before deciding whether or not to meet that beast again. I wasn’t required to do anything more. He’d only paid for one night. But a deep, primal part of me might’ve wanted to see him again.
“Sure.” I smiled. “I’d love to.”
CHAPTER
FOUR
LUCIANO
If he touches her, I’ll kill him.
I glared at Brent Haines from across the crowded upscale bar in the center of the city and gritted my teeth.
After he had returned to the office, I had given him an unaccomplishable number of tasks to complete before the day’s end so he would stand Yeosin up.
But that asshole had returned all the assignments back to me in record time.
With her bandaged hand, Yeosin tucked some black hair behind her ear and blushed at something that he’d said. I tightened my hand around the glass of whiskey that I hadn’t even sipped yet and bit back a growl so I wouldn’t cause suspicion.
They had been sitting at the bar for thirty minutes, chatting, and I couldn’t stand it.
After sipping from his beer, Brent pushed out his stool, said a couple of words to her, and then headed toward the restroom. I followed him and waited right outside the restroom doors. This way, I could catch him on the way out and keep watch of Yeosin.
The door opened, and the stench of piss seeped out into the hallway. While walking toward me, Brent straightened out his suit jacket that he had worn to work today. I stepped in front of him and placed a hand on the center of his chest.
“Mr. Bates,” he started.
“Leave,” I snarled at him, attempting to keep my cool in front of everyone.
He had been one of my star employees since I’d started Midnight Security years and years ago. I didn’t want to lose him, but I would sacrifice him for Yeosin, who would be my wife, my mate, and the mother of my children before long.
“Oh, come on.” Brent laughed. “Lighten up. I’m here with Alana. You know, that girl from Pink Ivory, who you always scare?—”
“I know who she is,” I hissed out. “And I ordered you to leave.”
“We’re not at work now. You can?—”
“Out.”
“Let me say goodbye to Alana first.”
