Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale (29 page)

My eyes widened. Brett’s tailored suit hugged curves of a hard body. My stomach twisted at the unexpected flush that ran over me completely. “The owner?” I whispered.

Kane nodded.

I had heard that he had become an asshole but had no idea that he was that bad. Maybe my choice of working there was not a good thing after all.

***

As I wiped the bar down, the hairs on the back of my neck tingled. I knew Brett was watching me. I had been working at The Red Love for weeks, not talking to him again really since the first time we had met. I tried to stay clear of him, which was hard to do since he was the boss. He got under my skin and he damn well knew it too.

The way he studied me and his dominating air, left me shaking with need. I tried to deny it but a deep rooted part of myself wanted him. A darker part. A part that had laid dormant. It left me breathless that a man could actually make me feel this way even when they were being a dick.

I wanted to experience what a night with Brett MacLean would be like. Women paraded in and out of his office on a revolving door. Beautiful models that were slender with silky legs that stretched well over my five-foot-nothing head.

He ran his business like he did his women. With control.

My body hummed and I wanted him to appease the ache that had slowly formed in my belly but I wouldn’t let him know it. He was dangerous and he would probably break my heart without even thinking twice about it.

“Evvie,” Brett barked.

I took a deep breath and turned around, leaning against the counter. “What?”

His blue eyes darkened, boring into mine. “My office. Now.”

I ignored the way my heart fluttered at the demand in his deep voice and rolled my eyes before turning my back to him. “I’m busy.”

“It wasn’t a request,” he snapped. “Jake take over.”

I gaped at Brett over my shoulder as I watched him walk away. His black tailored suit fitting the hard contours of a body that I would love to sink my teeth—

“Evvie.”

The sound of Jake’s deep voice behind me made me jump and I took a breath, easing my racing heart. I smiled up at him. His perfectly arched brows furrowing as his eyes darted around the room.

“Don’t keep him waiting,” he said, chewing his bottom lip.

I looked into Jake’s warm brown gaze and sighed. He was probably right. I patted his arm reassuringly. “I’ll go see what the Master wants.”

I walked through the dance floor and down the long hall. I had learned very quickly that most people who came back from Brett’s office, unless they were one of his whores, didn’t come back happy. He was a hard ass who loved his job. It was a part of him. Anyone with a pair of eyes and a brain could see that.

Once reaching his office, I took a deep breath and knocked, my nerves kicking into overdrive.

“Come in.”

My skin tingled unexpectedly and I opened the door. Two black leather couches sat in the middle of the office with a table in the center.

The door shut behind me making me startle and I leaned against it. My gaze instantly meeting Brett’s, my stomach flipped at the heated stare behind his blue eyes.

His big body sat behind an even larger cherry oak desk. He leaned forward and rubbed his chin, his dark navy eyes boring into mine. He motioned to the chair in front of his desk. “Sit.”

“Brett, why—”

“Sit.”

I huffed and crossed my arms under my chest but didn’t move. I wasn’t his pawn to do with as he pleased. “Not until you tell me what you want.”

The corners of his mouth turned up as he sat back in his chair. “We’ll get to that.”

My body heated under his scrutiny. Suddenly feeling exposed in the tiny uniform, I tried covering the cleavage that sported from the vee of my shirt. The plaid red and black skirt barely covered my ass. Curvy girls like me were doomed in these stick-like uniforms.

“Look, if you’re not going to tell me what you want, then I should get back to work,” I croaked.

“I want to talk to you about your job performance.”

“My job performance?” I frowned.

He raised an eye brow. “Are you going to sit?”

“No.”

He smirked, making my heart skip a beat. “Didn’t think so.”

“What the hell’s wrong with my job performance?” I cringed. He’s your boss, Evvie. Be nice.

He rose to his feet and walked around the large desk and leaned against it, mirroring my pose. He nodded at the chair. “Sit.”

Finally giving in, I huffed and pushed off the door, walking to the chair. I slumped down on the arm and crossed my legs, sighing loudly. “Will you please tell me what you want?”

His eyes roamed down my body, stopping at my feet. The corners of his lips lifted.

I followed his gaze and looked back up at him. “What?” My red flats weren’t standard uniform attire but they were easier to walk in than the fuck-me shoes the other girls wore.

He smiled. An actual smile on Brett McLean’s face. I would have made a smart ass remark about it too if I didn’t feel like I was sitting in the hot seat.

“Now Evvie, I don’t think those shoes are appropriate work attire,” he chided.

My back stiffened. “Have you tried walking back and forth behind the bar in six inch stilettos?”

He didn’t respond. Just continued to stare at me. God, he was infuriating.

I let out an exasperated breath while twitching in the chair. “Fine. I’ll get new ones. Are we done?”

His jaw tensed. “No, we’re not.”

It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. “Brett, you obviously didn’t bring me here to talk about my shoes. What’s wrong with my job performance?”

“Nothing.”

I shook my head. “Then why—”

“I have a proposition for you,” his voice lowered.

“Um…what kind of proposition?” My palms went clammy as my heart thumped hard.

He smirked. “I think you know.”

I shook my head.

He closed the distance between us and wrapped his hands around my wrists, pinning them to the arms of the chair.

My mouth went dry and my core clenched at being restrained by him. Oh God, this was not good.

Brett leaned in, his hot breath scorching my neck. The scent of musky cologne invaded my nostrils, making my mouth water.

His lips grazed my ear before he bit down gently. “I want to fuck you, Evvie.”

BY
D
AWN
R
OBERTSON AND
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W
ALKER

P
ROLOGUE

One Year Ago...

(Lori)

I sat on the couch watching some bullshit reality show. Alexander kicked, hard this time, and I couldn't help but giggle. So strong. Just like his father. I let out a sigh and stood up for the bathroom when I heard the doorbell ring.

Half past nine in the morning, maybe Felicity next door ran out of coffee, again. I waddle to the door of the small two bedroom apartment Garrett and I share on Fort Bragg, where he is stationed. Even with him a million miles away in Afghanistan, I can feel his presence all around me in our home. The home I am preparing each day for our growing family.

With a hand on my stomach, and another on the front door I open to greet whomever was on the other side. But my heart sinks to the ground when I find two Army officials, and a Chaplin at my door. They don't need to say a word. I already know what has happened.

My legs give out, and I scream. The cries echo through the courtyard parking lot in front of the apartment complex. Neighbors slowly make their way out to see what the commotion is all about, but when they spy me laying on the ground in full blown hysterics, their tears and sobs join mine. Garrett is gone, and the only piece I have left of him is safely growing within my womb.

My mind scatters through the usual questions. How? Why? Why me? What did I do to lose him at such an important part in both of our lives? How did it happen? When would his body be returned for burial? God, how can I even be thinking of his funeral, when the Chaplin hasn't even spoken a word to me.

“Mrs. Williams, we are sorry for your loss.”

***

(Jude)

“Look at you being a big boy now,” my step mother crooned.

My body stirred, aching for the woman standing before me in a way I never thought was possible. I was sixteen. What the hell did I know about women? All I knew is that I wanted this one. I wanted her to teach me. Show me what it was like to be treated like a man.

“Are you ready to learn, Jude?” She licked her cherry red lips and sauntered towards me.

My cock lengthened. Oh yeah, I was more than fucking ready.

I startled awake, my body damp with cold sweat.

Fuck me. The nightmares. They came and went like movie reels. I wanted them to end. I wanted to end. God, what the fuck was wrong with me? I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself and get my shit together. I knew that but why couldn’t I change my ways? Oh yeah. I almost killed someone. Lori. Without her, nothing mattered. I didn’t care anymore. I lost everything. Jenny. Lily and now Lori too.

Would I ever get my head on straight? Would I ever be enough?

My stomach rolled and I shot out of bed.

Running to the bathroom, I landed hard on the tile floor and spilled the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I flushed it once my gut settled and groaned. Tears dripped into the large basin as I wished my life could be erased just as easy. If I could go back and change at least one thing, it would be the night I took that first drink. The night I almost drove Lori into the grave.

Dawn Robertson is a twenty-something indie erotic romance, and mother. She lives in sunny senior citizen packed Florida, where she wrangles her kids, and Pitbull puppy.
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