Page 164 of The First Taste
“Yeah. Might as well.”
She takes my old glass and heads down the bar. Right beside me, a group of young businesspeople throw their heads back, laughing hysterically. A redhead in a stunning red dress accidentally steps too far back. She whirls, her expression a bit tipsy but no less apologetic.
“Omigoooooddd,” she squeaks. “I’m so sorry.”
I frown at her. Normally I would use this moment to pick her up and fuck her in a storage closet. But Kaia is on her way here.
At least, in theory.
I’ve gone to great lengths to have Kaia at my beck and call; I know for a fact that she’ll give me exactly what I’m looking for, because I pay her to.
Which is why the redhead is off-limits, for now.
“No problem,” I say at last, starting to turn away.
She leans closer, peering at me with an incredulous look on her face. “Your eyes are stunning!” She says. “You’re not here all by yourself, are you?”
I glance at my watch again. Kaia is twenty minutes late. Which begs the question…
Am I here alone or not?
Before I can answer her, I notice Kaia outside the window, dressed in a tiny white dress. She’s running toward the bar, looking flustered.
“My date just got here,” I say. “You’ll excuse me…”
I turn and signal to the bartender to keep my seat and the chair beside it open. Then I walk over to the front door, where Kaia is being hassled by the door guy for ID.
I pull out my money clip and slide off a hundred dollar bill, waving it at the guy. “She’s with me.”
He doesn’t even blink or look up at me. He just takes the money and turns to the next person coming through the door.
Kaia looks at me, trying to catch her breath. She looks absolutely amazing, her tits pushed up and an almost scandalous amount of leg showing. I step closer, hugging her against my dark-suited body.
My lips twitch as I whisper in her ear. “You’re late.”
She pulls back, her eyes scanning my face. “I told you. I was on the other side of town.”
Guiding her back to our seats at the bar, I pull her seat out for her. Her eyebrows rise.
“Are you being a gentleman for me now, Calum?”
I chuckle as I take my own seat. “Don’t worry, beauty. I promise that I’m still beastly underneath this posh exterior. I’m Dr. Jekyll right now, but wait until I get you alone.”
I smile at her, showing my teeth. She shivers as her eyes dip down to my mouth. I can’t get enough of those honest, innocent little reactions.
She licks her lips nervously, looking over at the bar. She leans close, whispering to me. “I’m not actually old enough to be in here.”
I squint at her. Yes, I know that I should pick women who are old enough to legally drink. And I usually do.
But Kaia is different. One look at her body while she was grinding on the pole at Club X and I knew I had to have her.
“Here,” I say, picking up the Vieux Carre cocktail. “Try this.”
She takes a sip, looking at me. Then she makes a face. “It’s strong. And bitter. I… I don’t think I like it, Calum.”
I roll my eyes. “All right. We’ll start off easy. You like champagne, right?”
Her cheeks blaze bright pink. “Yes…”
