Liam
My limousine pulls right up to the club’s VIP entrance.
I get out of the car and escape into an unmarked alleyway door, hoping not to be noticed.
I try to keep a low profile but pretty much everyone in this town knows who I am. It's hard to be successful and not garner some attention.
Thank God for VIP areas where prying eyes can't get ahold of me. Privacy is everything.
Evan’s waiting. It's the usual crowd. We surround ourselves with the most wealthy and successful people in the city.
Normally, I travel in this pack of other successful men because it's nice to have a wingman when I'm trying to get girls. Granted, with me there's no trying. I always win over whoever I want. My square jaw, dark green eyes, and large stature make it easy to hunt.
"Hey man," I say to Evan who looks like he's a few drinks in already.
"Oh, look who's finally here. Liam has finally deemed it time to grace us with his presence," he says, eyes dancing with humor. “I’m not like you. I don't need to go out every night of the week. I prefer to actually get things done in life," I say to him.
He laughs and slaps his hand on my shoulder while offering me a shot of vodka. It's top shelf and the right way to get this night going.
"Thanks," I say. "Now, where are the women?"
He flashes me a shady grin. He knows exactly what I'm talking about. My boy here is as much of a player as I am. We have kind of a system of looking out for each other.
Neither one of us would be caught dead settling down with one girlfriend. In fact, I don't think anyone in this crowd has a girlfriend. We travel light, so to speak. It makes it easier having no strings attached.
"Well, the club is starting to fill out. But from the balcony, you can see virtually every girl in here. I suggest you take a look," he says showing me the way upstairs.
I climb the stairs to the VIP balcony and he's right; there's a perfect view of nearly everyone in the place. I peruse the offerings and try to find the prettiest girl in the crowd to make my conquest.
And that's when I see her...Claire.
She’s dancing right in the center of the room.
I watch her intently, gaining satisfaction in knowing that I see her but she doesn’t know I’m here. I can see her in her element and damn does she look amazing.
What is it about Claire that makes me both love and hate her?
Is it because she's my competition? Is it because she's so damn beautiful that it makes me feel things for her that I'm dead set against?
For her, I want to break all my rules. I want to abandon the single life and make sure I'm the last guy she tastes for the rest of her life.
I watch her very carefully. My cock hardens against my pants despite my best intentions to keep a low libido. I try not to care about her, but I’m failing spectacularly.
I take a long swig of my vodka and try to discern my next step.
She's wearing practically nothing. Her small lace dress is barely covering anything. I’m itching to go down there and cover her up. But I can't do that. She's not mine. I barely even know her.
And yet being possessive is in my nature. When there's someone as stunning as her at the receiving end of it, it’s hard to be indifferent.
I don't care if I bed her tonight or for all of eternity, I just know I have to get inside her soon or I’ll likely explode with desire.
At a shadowy distance on the balcony, I can just watch the way she moves, the way her slim hips sway to the music. I imagine I'm down there with her, fingering her under that little lace dress, making her want me.
I see the guy she's dancing with is getting a little too close. His hand grazes her arm and it ignites fury within me. I feel like going down there and punching his lights out.
This girl is mine. And he looks like a scumbag, not worth one second of her time.
Even if my claim to her is only fleeting, I feel like I have rights to her already. The idea of her with another guy angers me.
"You see her, too, don't you?" Evan says as he comes up behind me. "Little does she know we’re about to steal everything she has right out from under her.”
His plan is not a bad one, especially if it means Claire will have to work for me. Then I can fuck her every day at work just like I’ve been fucking Trish as of late.
“It’s not gonna be hard to get close to her,” I tell Evan. “She’s fucking gorgeous.”
He looks satisfied. "So, you’re down with mixing business and pleasure? That’s good, Liam because we really need her and her people on board.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I say, annoyed by the fact that he keeps mentioning my role in this plan.
I wonder about the ethical dilemma of fucking her for her ideas. What Evan doesn’t know is that I was planning to lay claim to her anyway. Now, I just have an added element of illicit behavior to adhere to.
I know we don’t need her in my firm, but I’m willing to indulge Evan because I want her in the firm. I want to have eyes on her every day. I want to know what she’s up to at every moment.
I want to own her and to be her boss. I want her answering only to me.
If Claire is so good at her job that she gives my company the added bonus of creative potential, then so be it. But for me, this spy game is entirely personal. I will make sure that she’s unable to resist me.
Then I see her walking off the dance floor with her friend. I'm thankful that she's gotten away from that scummy guy. I'm the only guy she should have eyes for.
The girls cuts through the crowd to get a drink at the bar. I think it would be the perfect opportunity to reemerge into her life.
I give it a few moments before I make my way out of the VIP section and towards the main bar. I'll be the surprise of her night.
It’s crowded at the main bar, but I find a place in the corner where I order Jack Daniels straight up.
Then, I watch and wait for her to appear. Soon, she does. She and her friend sit across from me. Her blue eyes are piercing and I imagine them peering up at me while she’s on her knees, sucking my cock.
I sit up straight, knowing that I appear aloof. I take a sip of my drink and wait for the games to begin.