Page 19 of Freeing Hawk
I actually wanted to take the step back it would take to be flush against his body.
He smelled so good.
I chewed on my bottom lip to keep a groan in.
Instead, I gripped the clutch tightly, smiled at him then climbed into the leather seat of his sportscar. When he closed the door, my heart did a bit of a lurch. I swallowed the lump that caused in my throat—that the thought of being alone with Angel in such a tight space caused in my throat—and exhaled.
I watched him walk around the vehicle and when he climbed in, all the little parts of me that reminded me of my womanhood, flickered on.
I caught my breath.
“Are you okay?” He asked. “There’s nothing to be nervous about.”
“I’m fine.” I offered him a grin.
Something told me he wasn’t convinced but the car roared around me. Soon the large black gates parted, and we drove out.
Los Angeles always gave me the nerves. It was bustling with people, vehicles, those annoying tourist buses that carried people to snap pictures of celebrity houses. At nights, one would think a city would slow down some, but not Los Angeles.
Forget New York being the city that never sleeps, Los Angeles was just as bad.
Finally, we pulled up in front of a luxury club. I could tell it was fancy because the people lined up at the front looked like all the beautiful people.
I closed my eyes.
When I found Kingston, I was going to kick his ass.
I climbed from the vehicle and watched the way Angel moved. It was as though he owned the world. There was a pride in his steps, swagger.
He adjusted his blazer, dropped his keys in the outstretched palm of a valet then bumped fists with him. When he joined me, he pressed his hand at the small of my back and ushered me to the front of the line. The bouncer instantly lifted the velvet ropes and let us in.
Impressive.
The music was loud. Another reason I didn’t like clubs. Still, I focused on the hand against my back, warming me to the core. We made our way across the floor and into a VIP section that had its own bartender.
“Jeremy!” Angel greeted the man with a hug. “Nik here yet?”
“He’s on his way.” Jeremy handed Angel a glass with whiskey. “He said enjoy.”
Angel offered me a seat after asking me what I wanted to drink. I asked for a Shirley Temple. To my surprise, the bartender whipped it up in no time and Angel sat beside me.
“Everyone knows you here,” I said.
Angel stared at me with an unreadable expression. “Something like that.”
“How long have you known Nikau?”
“Um—about ten years.”
“I see.”
“Sasha, why don’t you ask me what you really want to ask.” Angel took a sip from his glass. “There is something behind these questions.”
I cleared my throat and drank from my glass. “Do you trust Nikau?”
He scoffed, tossed back the rest of his drink then set the crystal class on the center table. “I trust him with my life.”
The door opened and I didn’t have at time to ask if he was sure. The man who stepped in was large, his shoulders wide. I wondered where they found suits to fit that muscular bulk. His long, dark hair was tied back. He looked better in real life.
