Page 12 of A Merry Invitation
Slay spun around and said, “That’s what I’m trying to find out.”
“Hey, I had this room reserved,” A guy Slay presumed was Titus Tremaine came through another sliding door dressed in red boxers and holding a cell phone in his hand.
“Titus?” Willow yelled and repeated once more, “What the hell is going on?”
Slay cursed and tossed Jus a look, before grabbing Willow’s wrist again and this time without any resistance pulled her out of the room. He didn’t stop until they were in his office, the door locked behind them and she—thankfully—hadn’t spoken another word in that time. But the moment for silence was apparently over if the way she spun around to face him and planted her hands on her hips was any indication.
“Start talking,” she said.
“You first,” he replied and stopped in front of her. “What the hell are you doing here? With him?”
She blinked and shook her head as if she was still thoroughly confused. “Whoa, wait. Did that invitation to one night with you include giving you the freedom to ask questions about my life and demand answers? Last time I checked I didn’t need permission to have a meeting with the music executive that’s about to change my life.”
He let his head fall back and released a breath. “Right,” he said looking at her again. “The music executive that was at the party on Christmas.”
“Exactly. The one I thought was calling me to that room to offer me a contract the other night but really, it was you, calling in your fuck-me invite.”
“Oooooh, you mean the same music exec that was just wearing Santa Claus boxers and was getting ready to introduce you to a menage,” he retorted.
She opened her mouth to respond, then clapped it shut again.
“Yeah,” he said with a nod. The thought still made his stomach churn and fury rage through his veins. “Now, I need you to stay here until I come back to get you. Do not leave this room.”
She shook her head before he could turn to walk away. “Are you out of your mind? You and Titus must be on something tonight. Because you’re in here talking crazy and he’s walking out of rooms in his drawers.” She rubbed her temples. “I don’t even know what that was about.”
“I just told you what it was about,” he said, his head pounding each time he thought about that scenario.
“A menage? Are you serious?” Then she stepped back, her eyes going wider. “Were you going to be part of the menage? Is that what this is all about? The two of you decided it was time for a group thing? Because I don’t know who the hell you think I am, but I—”
He was in her face now, touching two fingers to her lips. “First,” he said when she’d clapped her lips shut and stared up at him, eyes still wide with shock. “I don’t share.”
Not even his one-night stands apparently.
“And second, I need you to stay here while I get to the bottom of this. I promise I’ll explain everything when I return. But I’ve really gotta go deal with this dude now. Can you do that for me? Can you just sit down right here and stay put until I get back? Please.”
He had no idea where the calm had come from. How he was keeping it together when he really wanted to fuck something—or rather, someone—up at this moment. But he waited until she’d blinked a couple more times and then he’d seen her shoulders relax slightly, before he eased his fingers away from her very soft lips.
“You’ve got five minutes,” she said. “Then I’m getting the hell out of here and praying that I never see you or Titus again.”
Shit. He really hoped she would change her mind about at least part of that statement. As for Titus, he was going to make damn sure the man never saw Willow again.
“Five minutes,” he told her and then he left the room.
Tristan, another security guard, was at the end of the hall, no doubt because Jus had contacted him through the earpieces all the guards wore while they were on duty. With a wave in Tristan’s direction, he signaled the man to the door. “Don’t let her leave,” he said and when Tristan nodded, Slay made his way back to room 3East.
“Man, you’re about to comp me my full membership dues for the next year,” Titus Tremaine said the moment Slay entered room 3East for the second time this evening.
Slay shook his head as he crossed the room to stand in front of the chair where the man and his ridiculous ass boxers were sitting. Jus hadn’t let the man out of his sight to get dressed which was sort of as Slay had instructed. But not exactly since the last thing he wanted to do was have a conversation with a man in his underwear. So, he planned to make this short and sweet.
“You’ll be lucky if you ever walk through these doors, or any of the other doors of the club again,” Slay told him.
“Do you know who the fuck you’re talkin’ to?” Titus shouted.
Slay only grinned. “Do you?”
The answer to that question was apparently no or he wouldn’t have pulled this dumbass stunt. So, this was the bigtime record exec that Willow had wanted to meet so badly she’d come to a sex club to do so. That thought had Slay wanting to punch Titus right in the throat. But he refrained. The last time he’d punched a man, he hadn’t stopped until the man’s face was full of blood and a few ribs had been broken. That time had been over a woman too.
“I tell you what,” Titus said, his thick lips going up in what appeared to be a sick grin that showcased gleaming white teeth. The man’s bald head gleamed, the huge diamond in his left ear sparkled. “Get that sweet little bitch back in here, you and this wanna be GQ bodybuilder get the hell out and I’ll consider not having your jobs when I request my full membership fee back from the Delegation.”
