The St Patrick Series Book #3: Twin Trouble

Chapter 4: Crazy Izzy Is Back!

Bruce's POV
When the Colonel released my trust fund, the first thing I did was to open a night club. With Nick as my first investor, I had enough to grow the first club that led to the creation of many others.  The nightclubs are financial independence from the St Patrick Group and are also fun. Being here every other night since I got back, gives me a euphoric feeling.  I get lost in the rhythm of the music and I forget anything and everything that stresses me out.

I am watching the dance floor coming alive to the DJs playlist. When I interviewed her, she said she will bring down the ceiling with great music. She certainly is. The club is alive like nothing I have seen before. Hype is my first club ever. No one forgets their first.

I spend my Friday nights here till the early morning.

"Good work." I commended my manager.

"Thank you sir."

"Inventory?"

"The inventory for the wine and whiskey is here."

My attention shifted from him to a girl on the dance floor in a shimmering red dress. It's hard not to spot red. It's a vibrant bold colour. If the one wearing it is gorgeous, it is even harder not to notice. From the first floor, I have a great view. Is it a coincidence that she suddenly looked my way?

Our eyes met and once more I involuntarily smiled at her. The way she is swaying her hips to the sound of the music that has suddenly slowed down doesn't remind of the girl at the café. She looks like her but there is something spicy and sexy bout this one and not sweet like the other. Is this t the same girl? Is it Daniella?

"Sir?"

I held up my hand. "Take the inventory. I'll be down there."

I left my manager in awe as I made my way down the steps. Last time I avoided her but tonight I will embrace the chance. The setting is perfect. I greeted the bouncers by the base of the staircase. They make sure no one comes up unless they are invited by me.

I saw Daniella by the bar but as I made my way toward her she got up and gestured me to follow her. I blindly obeyed making my way through the crowd of dancers pushing and tugging as my eyes stayed glued to her vibrance. She's hot!

She turned occasionally, smiling seductively and it proves to be a lure. My eyes are glued to her bottom and how the hem of the dress just rests under the curve. I will probably follow her to hell. I see nothing but het. I hear nothing but my strong heartbeat. I kept following until I was away from everyone at the back of the dance floor in a silent hallway that opens up to the alley out back. She is leaning against the wall, her palms pressed to the brick with her chest rising and falling. The shimmering red dress is tight and short. My hands wants to feel her long lean legs. I approached slowly, taking her in and hoping we are alone in the hallway.

The things I want to do to this girl.

"Daniella." I said her name softly. She smiled pushing back the long dark hair that still fell all over partially concealing the left side of her face. I found myself close, too close as I placed my hand against the wall slightly above her head keeping the other in the pocket of my pants. "What a pleasant surprise."

She didn't say a word but surprised me when she wrapped her arms around my neck tugging me to bend my head and so I did. She smells sweet! Her rec lips are begging me to kiss her. I tasted the red lips, a soft feathery kiss at first. My senses spiked so wildly that I pulled away to get a good look at her. I haven't felt this way as since the last time I kissed a woman, five years ago.

"Kiss me Bruce." She purred and grabbed hold of the lapels of my jacket.  "Kiss me."

I kissed her a little more firmly and my oh my did she match my curiosity. We made out madly and hungrily until our bodies were pressed close together, my hands cupped her bottom. I squeezed her against my hardening member, tempted to get the dress out of the way.