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herself from desirable ex-con to seductive siren. The curled hairstyle softened the angular features of her face discernibly. Her sexy little dress dipped provocatively between her breasts and molded lovingly to her well-toned body. Nathan almost groaned when she licked her glossy lips as she searched the club for whoever had called for her.
    Emerging from his hideout behind one of the club’s pillars, he headed towards her, a smile already forming on his lips. Something – or rather his fast burgeoning cock - told him that he was going to enjoy teaching Shakira a lesson of who not to play with.

 
    CHAPTER 5
     
    “Are you sure no one asked for me?” Shakira yelled out over the loud music pulsing around her.
    “Sorry!” The bartender shook his head as he tipped two bottles filled with clear spirits over a shot glass.
    Then how the hell did the DJ know my name? She started again, “Are you-”
    Her words came to a screeching halt when she felt a large hand rest on the base of her spine. Shakira whipped around to give the stranger, daring enough to touch her, a setting down. The harsh words died on her lips when her gaze clashed with Nathan’s.
    His lips quirked in a wicked smile as he leant closer and said into her ear, “Hey.”
    Hey . She mimed the word rather than said it.
    The pounding music in the club receded into a muted buzzing in the back of her mind as she took him in. On any other man, the black hoodie and dark jeans would’ve looked casual and safe. Nathan was a different animal. He looked powerful – even dangerous. The dark clothes clung to him drawing attention to his well-built body. In the shadowy ambience of the club, his eyes were steeped in darkness enhancing their intensity. They narrowed as he too gave her an up and down once over.
    His gaze skimmed the length of her body. It slid over the length of her neck, lingered over her breasts, licked her taut tummy and kissed her hips before swooping back up to meet hers. The hand he still had on her waist burned an imprint on her skin despite the fabric muting his touch. Her senses pulsed in excited anticipation for something indefinable.
    In her four inch heels she was almost the same height as he was and she only had to rise slightly so she could speak into his ear. He cocked his head as she asked, “What are you doing here?”
    He turned his head and returned, “What are you doing here?” He pulled back to watch her.
    “I was…” Her words tapered off into silence as she realized how inappropriate it must look for her to be partying it up when she hadn’t even paid him his money.
    “Having a little fun?” he mimed.
    This is awkward.
    Nathan’s grip on her waist tightened as she rose up on tiptoes again. “Um…you know a few friends wanted to come here and…”
    Shakira’s brain cells scrambled for a viable excuse but couldn’t come up with one. A gentleman would’ve tried to save her from herself. Nathan didn’t. He simply watched her with a cocked his eyebrow in question, waiting for her to dig herself either out or deeper into the hole she’d crawled into.
    She lowered herself back to the floor, a sheepish expression crossing her face. He leaned forward towards her ear. “You look beautiful.”His words were accompanied by a slight brush of his lips against her ear that immediately set her pulse pounding.
    When he straightened up and looked down at her, Shakira mimed through dry lips, “Thank you.” His response was another smile that had her nerves purring. As if he knew, the hand on her waist stroked her slightly.
    She rose on her toes, “Are you the one who called me here?”
    He shook his head.
    Then who had? Forcing Nathan intoxicating presence to the back burner, she turned her gaze back to the club. He drew her attention by saying in her ear, “Can I buy you a drink while you wait?”
    She shook her head as she mimed, “I don’t drink.”
    His eyebrows shot up almost to his hairline. Yes, she knew it was strange.