“You followed me.”
“There’s no fooling you. Are you going to buy me a drink?”
Colton glared at her. “In there? Absolutely not.”
Muttering under her breath, she started toward the taxi. But before she reached the vehicle, Colton grabbed her and swung her around. His heated intensity excited her. She glanced at his mouth. God, she desperately wanted to kiss him.
“This club isn’t what you think it is.” When he pulled her close, his whiskey breath warmed her face and heated her insides.
She held his heated gaze as the intensity swirled around them. “Oh, it’s a strip club. Well, girls shaking their titties and hanging from a pole do not intimidate me. Maybe I’ll get some pointers.”
“Youneed no pointers,” he murmured.
He paid the taxi and reclaimed his hold on her arm. “I use the name Spencer Lockhart. Donotcall me by my real name. Can you manage that?”
She arched a brow. “Only if you don’t call me by mine.”
Colton rapped on the door and the super-sized man opened it. “All set?”
Colton tossed him a nod.
“Should I reserve a room for you this evening?” the man asked.
“No,” Colton bit out.
The man stepped aside. “Welcome to Uninhibited.”
For a Thursday night in Georgetown, the swanky lounge wasn’t that busy. There were no naked women and no poles. Brigit scanned the room for high-powered clients, but there were none of those, either. Black linens covered the candlelit tables and the servers wore pristine white shirts, black vests and black pants. With a vise grip on her arm, Colton guided her to the bar and gestured for her to sit. She slid onto the cushioned stool.
“Your Glenlivet, Mr. Lockhart.” The bartender set the glass on a napkin. “What can we get you, ma’am?”
Brigit kept her gaze firmly on Colton. “Spencer knows what I like.”
“A glass of your best pinot noir, Scotty.” Rather than sitting, Colton stood with his hand on the back of her barstool, as if shielding her view. She tilted her face to peek at him from beneath her lashes. “Playing coy won’t work.” His tone was still frigid.
“Where are the dancing nudies?”
The bartender placed a wine goblet on the napkin in front of her and showed Colton the bottle’s label.
“Your expert taste buds will like this one,” he said to Brigit before tossing Scotty a nod. The bartender uncorked the bottle and poured the dark liquid into her glass.
“Here’s to a productive day.” She lifted the glass, toasted his, then tipped the wine into her mouth. Berry and caramel flavors burst onto her tongue. She closed her eyes.I needed that.The day had been grueling, stressful and a game changer in so many ways. On a sigh, she opened her eyes. He’d sat and was staring into his drink, his hair obscuring his face. Before she could check herself, she brushed it away.
He grabbed her hand and swiveled on the barstool. “I’ve never met anyone so unequivocally—”
“Charming, beautiful, intelligent, headstrong.” She gave him a playful smile.
“I was going to sayannoying.” Colton tossed back the remains of his drink.
Brigit snickered. “Even better.”
“I want to kiss you,” he murmured and released her hand. “So fucking badly.”
Not as much as I want to kiss you.Brigit shook her head. “Not happening. We agreed. Plus, you’re my client and I’m not even attracted to you.”Yeah, right.
She cradled her glass to keep from wrapping her fingers around his bicep and eating him alive in a kiss that went on and on and on. As she gazed into his fiery eyes, an explosive need shot straight to her core.Oh, God, I want him.
“I don’t believe you,” he whispered.