“I know because I helped to set up a meeting for Ellis with a potential new client there. Anyway, you’ll be staying at a very upscale hotel. I’m sure you will enjoy the amenities.”
“I hope so. I’ve never been there before. Have you?”
“Several times.”
“Who is this new client I’m just hearing about now?” she asked Coleman, since it seemed he had more info then she did.
“Halan Dajon, a businessman from New Delhi. Very intriguing individual with connections throughout the Middle East. He has an interest in the company because of the capabilities of importing and exporting products efficiently. Your brother’s company does a fantastic job securing products, bringing them in and out of India, and distributing them here in the States without compromising the quality of the products or having to worry about customs destroying anything while they conduct the regulated searches. It’s a win-win situation.”
“And what is your cut in organizing this meeting?” she asked him, and he narrowed his eyes at her, making her feel like perhaps she shouldn’t have said that to this man.
“A finder’s fee, I’m sure, but really it’s more than that.” He reached out, brushed his thumb along her lips, and stepped closer. She tightened up. “Ellis and I have been negotiating a partnership.”
“You mean Ellis, Kyle, and you have been?” she asked, worrying that this was something her brother may not know about. But then why would Coleman tell her?
“No, between Ellis and I. Your brother has the opportunity to participate and be part of this new venture, but he has cold feet. I’m hoping that your trip to India will persuade him, and perhaps you, to work out a deal.”
“What would I have to do with anything?”
“You’re their money person. You do the books, manipulate the numbers, ensure everything is in order, and know expenses down to the penny. It would be wise if you were on board, as well.”
“So this trip is to influence in being a part of this deal you want? Hmmm, well, Kyle makes those decisions, not I. I run the numbers and make sure we aren’t losing money.” She went to step away, but Coleman wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.
“Your loyalty to your brother is commendable. Great things can happen for all of us if he’s on board with this, Donata.”
“I guess we’ll see about that once this meeting occurs and a decision is made.” She went to move, but he didn’t release her.
“It’s important that you know I’m a powerful man with many connections. When I have an interest…I go after it fully,” he said, as if implying his interest was also her and not just this deal. She stared at him, straightened her shoulders, and chuckled.
“And you should know that this isn’t my first day on the job, nor can I be persuaded…as you may think.”
“Donata, there you are. Coleman.” Her brother, Kyle, appeared, and Coleman released her but not fully. Coleman took her hand.
“I was just discussing the trip to India with your sister. I think she’s going to love the hotel and amenities.”
“Perhaps. It is her first trip out there, so we will see. Come on and join us. The spread of food is exceptional.” He offered his sister his hand.
“I’ll join you. Donata and I have much to discuss, especially if we end up working side by side,” Coleman said, and she noticed her brother smiling wide. It seemed her engaging in conversation with Coleman and Coleman holding her close made him happy. She wondered why, and hoped her brother wasn’t trying to play matchmaker again.
* * * *
“It’s been working so well, but we need to tap into this and gain more funds. I want greater access to the shipments so more can get to the States and greater profit made. When is this asshole going to respond to our demands?” Mulkan asked.
“We’re working on it. He’s getting cold feet. Doesn’t want to get deeper into this deal right now out of fear that he could get caught.”
“Well, he should have thought about that before he started business with me, and before he decided to start negotiations with men he is now in debt to. This must work out for our benefit. The boss will not tolerate being stalled,” Mulkan stated.
“I understand. I hear that they are going to be in India within the next few days.”
“India? What for?” Mulkan asked.
“That’s why I called. It seems that Halan Dajon wants to negotiate a deal, as well.”
“He found out about this company, these men, and my dealings? These are my contacts. Make that loud and clear to Ellis, or else he and his company will not be leaving India alive.”
* * * *
Donata felt a little tipsy. She was having a great time at Club X and enjoying dancing with friends. The art exhibit and business function at the Marquis was boring. Besides that, she was a bit concerned over meeting this new client and how Ellis had told her in front of Coleman that it really wasn’t her concern. To her, Ellis seemed on edge and a bit snappy. She wondered what he was up to, but he quickly changed the subject as Coleman stroked her shoulder and talked to her about getting together for dinner or something. His “or something” was pretty obvious. The man was interested in her big time.
She continued to dance, feeling annoyed at the way men thought they could just pick a woman, point at her, then do what they wanted. Like a woman was to feel so good she had been chosen or something. She hated pompous assholes, and despite Coleman’s good looks and pretty good body from what she could tell, he was a jerk who was only after sex. Donata needed to have feelings and an attraction to even let a guy kiss her.
When her eyes locked onto Harley Jones, she nearly stumbled. Six feet four, dark black hair, gruff along his cheeks, and the super-classy suit he wore screamed “made man.” Her heart hammered inside of her chest and her nipples hardened. That’s what the man did to her. Plus his brother, Jack, and their cousins, Turbo and Covan, too. When she thought of one of them, she thought of all four of them.
She gasped, caught off guard as two guys she’d danced with earlier approached and sandwiched her between them. She hardly paid attention. Like some robot she moved in sync to them, their bodies pressed against hers. One guy held her hips while the other raised her hands in the air, and she stared at Harley. She danced for him, not for these two men. She’d definitely had a little too much to drink.
His expression grew ominous, angry, and he squinted then stood up straighter. He downed his drink just as the music ended and began to move into another song. She got spooked, intimidated, and damned herself for trying to piss off Harley on purpose. She knew better than to mess with a made man, never mind four.
“Excuse me. I need a break, fellas.”
“Aw, come on, honey. We’re having so much fun,” one guy said, gripping her tighter. She knew what to do—how to diffuse a situation with aggressive men, even with the buzz she had. She reached up and pressed her palm against the guy’s cheek.
“Later, honey. You keep those dance shoes ready for some more in a bit.”
He gave a wink, looked over her breasts in the dress she wore, and she made her escape, the other guy gliding his palm along her hip as she maneuvered through the crowded dance floor. As she headed down the hallway away from the crowds, she paused before the bathroom and grabbed onto the wall. She definitely had to slow down.
A strong arm wrapped around her waist, and she gasped.
“I think you need to call it a night,” Harley stated. That firm, deep voice, his whiskers tickling her skin on her neck and shoulder, caused her to lean back against him.
“I’m good, Harley.” She tried to snap out of the arousal she felt having this large man hold her like this. It was instant, the attraction, the desire, the damn lustful thoughts running through her mind and body.
“You aren’t good. You’ve had too much to drink. You’re letting men touch you,” he said through clenched teeth.
She turned around to face him, and he pulled her close. She gripped his forearms and stared up i
nto his dark black eyes.
“I’m a big girl, Harley. You don’t need to worry, baby,” she said to him. He squinted, perhaps at her calling him “baby,” and he looked over her breasts, then her lips. He seemed totally pissed.
“Bella would want me to watch over you,” he said to her, tightening his grip around her waist.
She was instantly pissed. So he was being a big brother? Jerk. She couldn’t believe she was attracted to him, and like this.
“Yeah, well, I don’t need a big brother or a six-foot- four bouncer cramping my style while he watches over me for a friend,” she said, emphasizing “friend.” His expression changed, and perhaps she had gone overboard with the six-foot-four bouncer remark. She knew instantly that she had made a mistake running her mouth on the defensive.
“Harley?” she questioned, and he pulled her down the hallway, slid a card through a security pad, and opened the door. It was dark inside. Some kind of office or something. A moment later he had her pressed up against the wall, his hands on her hips, his face inches from hers.
“I’m getting fucking tired of watching you rub this sexy body up against other men. Men who just want to use you for this body.”
“We were dancing. I had control over them.”
“And when they force their mouths upon your lips, run their hands all over you, and want to take you home, then what?” He smoothed his palms up along her waist, then closer and closer to her breasts. She yearned to feel those thick, large hands of his cup her breasts. She was big up top, yet his hands were extra large. How would they feel?
She couldn’t move. Didn’t want to as she kept her arms at her sides in acquiescence, just asking him to make a move.
“I can get rid of them, unless of course, I don’t want to,” she said to him, holding his gaze. She didn’t know why she said it. She didn’t just sleep with any man who came along.
He clenched his teeth. “You’re not going home with them tonight. Understand me?”
She shivered. Was he jealous? Did Harley want her? Want to take her home and explore this attraction they had been pussyfooting around for months? Did his brother, Jack, and cousins, Turbo and Covan want her, too? It scared her, and she looked away.
He tightened his hold and gave her hips a shake.
“Let me go. I’m not in the mood for games.” She tried to wiggle free. His grip tightened, and then one hand squeezed her ass and pulled her snug against him. She could feel his fingertips at her crack, and she felt aroused, lustful.
“I don’t play fucking games.” He pressed his mouth over hers and kissed her.
Holy fuck did he kiss her, exploring her body with his hands and rocking his hips against hers. She could feel the thick, hard erection. Christ, he was big. She shivered, completely aroused by his moves, his words and demands, and damn it, his body. She would be out of her mind to do this, to screw him and risk so much.
She couldn’t think the moment his hand cupped her breast. He moaned into her mouth, cupped harder, trying desperately to get all of one breast into his one hand and he couldn’t. She was well endowed. He moaned into her mouth and ran his hands underneath her hair and head, cupping her, pressing his tongue deeper. She moaned and gripped his hips. His sides were completely hard muscles, and add in the gun, and Jesus—she pulled back, shocked at what feeling the gun on his hips did to her mind and her body. She tilted her head to the side, and his mouth landed on her neck.
“Don’t be scared of the gun. You know who I am. What I stand for and do. Fuck, Donata, you smell so good, and feel incredible.” He cupped her breast again and pinched her nipple as he suckled along her skin. He eased a hand up her arm, and with the other hand he pulled her closer and then gripped her wrists behind her back.
“Harley,” she exclaimed, feeling scared, yet aroused by his possessiveness and restraint of her.
“You need discipline.” He nipped her chin, her head tilted back, her throat exposed. His hand that cupped her breast eased up and pushed the material of her dress down her shoulder. He looked down at her breast, at the deep cleavage.
“Your body is incredible, Donata. Made for me. For the others,” he said, shocking her. Before she could reply, his mouth moved to her cleavage and his tongue slid into the cup of her dress and licked her nipple. Her pussy spasmed; her ears rang. She didn’t know what she was doing. The buzz was no longer there, instead replaced by a soberness of arousal, lust, need, and she didn’t know what came over her.
“Harley, please. Oh God, that stings.” She panted as he sucked her nipple harder, using teeth and tongue. He yanked on it and then suckled it, taking away the sting.
“I need more.” He released her wrists and lifted her up against the wall. His hand slid up her thigh to her panties, and she gripped his shoulders.
“Harley, we shouldn’t,” she said but it sounded lame to her ears.
He covered her mouth and kissed her as he maneuvered his fingers between her legs, under her panties and straight to her sopping wet cunt. He moaned, and so did she as one thick, hard, long digit pushed into her channel. She rocked her hips, and he stroked faster and faster. She pulled from his mouth, which then moved to her throat, and he grunted and cursed.
“So fucking tight and wet. Fuck.” He thrust his fingers faster and faster, and she cried out and came in his arms. She grabbed onto his cheeks and kissed him, ravaging his mouth. He set her feet down.
“I need in. Now.” He started to undo his pants as he kissed her neck, her shoulder, and the breast sticking out of the top of her dress. She took in the moment, and the realization of what she wanted to do with Harley right here in the back office at the club sobered her erotic thoughts.
“Wait,” she said as he undid his pants and whipped out one very thick, long, hard cock. She wanted to drool it was so big. The need, the desperation was nearly overwhelming.
“Don’t deny this. Don’t fucking deny it, Donata, or there’ll be hell to pay.” He threatened her in a way that somehow had her pussy dripping with cream. She wanted him. There was no denying it, but she wasn’t some whore he could fuck against a wall in a back room. He would think the worst.
“I don’t screw in back rooms of clubs, Harley,” she said to him, and he stared at her face, cupped her breast, and pulled her closer. He stared into her eyes.
“What do you want, Donata? A fucking date? I don’t date. You want this, and so do I. So do the others.”
“The others?” she asked.
“Stop talking.” He kissed her again. He grabbed her hand and pulled it over his cock to stroke it. Holy shit, he was huge and may not fit into her. He towered over her, wide, thick, and extra-extra-large in all aspects of the words. Her body hummed with need. She was going to do this. She was going to let Harley take her right here. Holy shit. She lifted up, and he pressed her up against the wall, ready to fuck her right here when his phone rang. He grunted against her neck. The tip of his cock against her very needy cunt.
“Oh God, Harley. Please,” she begged, and his phone continued to ring.
“Fuck.” He set her down and reached for the phone with one hand, his other hand over her ass. “Yeah,” he said, holding her gaze. As she moved to push her dress back down, he pressed a palm to her belly, holding her in place with hand and a firm scowl.
“Now? Seriously? Fine.” He ended the call and took a deep aggravating breath. She felt the whole atmosphere change. The arousal deflated along with the anticipation and need for them to fuck and maybe get this out of their system.
“I have to go. There’s a situation I need to take care of.”
She swallowed hard, and he looked over her body, helped adjust her breast back into her dress, and then pulled her close. She pressed her hands against his chest.
“Saved by the call before we did something very stupid,” she said to him. He narrowed his eyes at her.
“Next time, no interruptions, Donata.” He pulled back, fixed himself up, and looked at her as she did the same.
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��There won’t be a next time,” she said to him. The scowl on his face and the way he looked her over before he spoke told Donata that he wouldn’t accept that.
“Go home alone, or else,” he threatened, but then brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the knuckles.
He led her from the room and they went their separate ways, but as she turned to head to the lady’s room, Turbo, Coven, and Jack stood by the hallway entrance and saw them. Her body immediately felt aroused and ready. She shook the thoughts from her head and walked into the lady’s room. What had she almost done? What if they had sex—then what? They weren’t the types of men to have a girlfriend or do commitments. They were the worst of all the men in that department. They were enforcers for Major and Mateus Fiorre, head of security for the firm Bloodline Protection and Security. She was leaving for a business trip with her brother soon. She was heading to New Delhi, India, to talk numbers for some product and international deal with a company there. They made protein powders at cheap prices, like fifty-five cents a container that could sell for thirty to fifty dollars in the US.
They had started off with a few small samples, and now the company wanted to share more. She was going as the accountant, the numbers person, so they could discuss on hand the fees, the regulations costs, and profit sharing. Then there was this meeting and new client. She had a lot on her plate, and maybe that was why she over drank tonight and also allowed her fantasies, her inner desires, to make her do something so stupid. Harley wouldn’t forget this. Shit, she felt like running and hiding, especially if Bella and her friends found out. Shit.
She had never been to India before, so she was excited. Her brother had told her not to tell anyone she was going. He was so worried that someone else would find out about this connection and then more people would be buying product from India and bringing it into the US to trade. Then there would be no money left to make. It made sense. If people knew about this, they would look for better offers and want to pay less. Typical supply and demand outcome.
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