Page 34 of Crave: A Reverse Harem Romance

“Doing okay?” I asked her.

She nodded. “Yeah… I think I’m fine now. Better, at least.”

“I’m going to take you home,” I told her.

It wasn’t a question. I didn’t ask.

But she nodded. I knew she’d have no issue with it.

I walked her out of the club as the music bumped away loudly. I saw a few women that I normally hooked up with check me out, but I had no interest.

My only interest was in Harlow now.

I’d be the first to admit, when it became obvious how interested Ryker and Axel were in her, I was suspicious. No woman could be that good. I’d never found a woman that I got hung up on.

But I was starting to get it. It went beyond the fact that the woman was a goddamn stunner. Nah, there was something else there. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but this girl was special. She was different. I was incredibly interested in her.

Now that she had caught my attention, I wanted her. It really was that simple.

I wanted her. I had to have her.

I texted my driver to come pick us up. I lived just down the road so I expected he’d be here in a few minutes. I always had him on standby on weekend nights I spent at the club. I knew that at any time, I could find a girl I wanted to go home with.

Obviously, tonight I had.

I just had to make sure she felt the same way first. The woman had just been through a hell of a time, after all. I felt a surge of anger knowing that this was the second time in as many weeks that she’d felt unsafe in our club. That just wasn’t acceptable.

But while I would see to it that we did something about that, she was the only thing I wanted to focus on at the moment.

My driver was outside when we exited the building, and he got out to open the car door for the both of us. She slid inside, and I slid in after her.

“What’s your address?” I asked her as my driver got back in his seat.

She rattled off the street name and my driver nodded that he’d heard as he started to pull away from the curb.

“I’m so sorry that something like this has happened again,” I told her. “We really do try to keep everyone safe. We try to make it a fun, welcoming place.”

“I know you do. I’ve been told by your brother and Ryker,” she responded. “I guess I’ve just been unlucky… but then again, thanks to you guys, I’ve also been pretty lucky to be saved from the awful situations. I really don’t feel unsafe there.”

I laughed. “That’s good to hear.”

I knew I hadn’t personally done enough, though. I needed to be more proactive in keeping our customers—and Harlow, in particular—safe and secure. Maybe I needed to be more like Ryker. He frequently spent time staring at the security cameras and making sure everything was going according to plan.

But me on the other hand? Nah, I was always out on the floor, flirting. Drinking. Partying.

There was only one reason I saw what was happening to Harlow, and that was because I was specifically looking for her.

She’d been on my mind the entire week, ever since we had all danced together. She blew my mind that night, and I’d been thinking of her ever since. I’d come to the club every night this week hoping she’d be here. Every night I’d ended up disappointed, though.

I was starting to lose hope. I thought maybe she wouldn’t be coming back to Crave or something. But tonight, I saw her.

When I did, I saw what was happening to her and leapt into action.

If I hadn’t been watching her for my own personal reasons, I probably never would have seen her. And never gotten the opportunity to be her knight in shining whatever.

I looked over at her; she seemed to be admiring the inside of the car.

“So, tell me about yourself,” I said to her.

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