Electric Love

Chapter Eight

           I froze, not knowing who this man was. My patience had ran out for the night with perverted drunk guys, thinking they could just put their disgusting hands all over women without their consent. I spun around with a look that could kill to find entrancing green eyes staring back into my own. My breath caught in my throat at his proximity, his scent filling my nose and I visibly relaxed. He was there—Kaine was there, standing in front of me looking every bit delicious as had earlier that day. This time though, he had traded the joggers and t-shirt for something more professional looking. Black dress pants and a crisp white buttoned-up shirt covered his thick, muscled body. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, allowing the tattoos on his arms to stand out against the stark white of the shirt.

           “You’re here… How?” I breathed, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this beautiful man was there in the flesh.

           “Well, Edge is my club. As soon as you told me you were here, I came out of my office and I’ve been looking for you since. You look gorgeous, even more so than the picture showed.” His eyes raked the length of my dress, stopping on my stomach. “You’ve got quite a few tattoos, huh?” he raised an eyebrow at me.

           “Yeah, you’re not the only one with an ink addiction.” I teased, wrapping my arms around his waist. Since he was much taller than me, even with heels on, I had to tilt my head up to see his face. “Although, I will say yours are better than mine—wait I’m sorry, did you say this is your club?!” His words finally sinking in and my eyes widened in disbelief and he smirked at my surprise. Sydnei did say she heard the owner was drool-worthy.. Kaine is all of that and then some. More like a panty wetting Fucking Sex God.

          “Yes. I own this club and a few other places. Would you like for me to show you around tomorrow before we open? Give you the full tour of the place?” He offered.

          “Sure, I’d like that.” I smiled up at him. His hand remained on my waist, his thumb rubbing circles on my hip. I took another moment to appreciate the look of him dressed up in business attire and I swore the temperature rose up a few degrees in the club. “You look different in this kind of clothing, professional.” I stated. He was scanning the area around us and I wondered what or whom he was searching for. He continued looking around for another minute before turning his attention back to me.

           “This is my usual look. Although I don’t normally wear white. I’d rather wear t-shirts and jeans but who would take me seriously in that?” He chuckled and I nodded in agreement. “This is my ‘I mean business, don’t fuck with me’ look. You know?”

          “I wouldn’t fuck with you, looking like that. You look pretty intimidating, not gonna lie.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his lips as he flashed me a genuine smile, his straight, pearly whites showing. Damn, was there anything about this man that wasn’t absolute perfection? 

           I focused my gaze back up to his eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at someone behind me. The smile dropped from his face and he wore a scowl. “Is something wrong?” I asked turning my head slightly to get a glimpse of whoever he was stuck in a stare down with. The scowl on his face faltered as he drew me closer to him, bringing his eyes back to me. His face softened, seeing my confusion and he shook his head.

          “Nothing’s wrong, why don’t we go up to a VIP suite and talk somewhere more quiet?”

          “That’s fine, I just have to let my friend know that I haven’t gone anywhere. She’s on the dance floor with one of your bartenders.” His body tensed.

           “Which one? Zeke?” He questioned, serious once again. I nodded my head and he cursed under his breath. “We’ve got to find her, now.”