Chapter
2
Chloe
Later That Night…
D is for douchebag.
That was all Chloe could think as she picked her mark for the night.
She had come to a popular nightclub, needing to blow off some steam, and ended up catching one of her “Chloe cases.” That was what she called her little missions of vindication for women.
After living a life where every man who looked at her either wanted to use her or abuse her, Chloe was short on patience when it came to the male species. She wasn’t a man-eater by any means. Not like her distant Amazon relatives who were, in essence, an anti-men society. Instead, she liked to consider herself a man-teacher. As in, she taught them a freakin’ lesson on how to treat women!
Chloe had been so engrossed in staring at said douchebag who was belittling his date as he joked with his buddies across the room that she didn’t notice when the pretty boy from earlier today, who she now knew through some research was named Kent, sat down on the stool next to her.
“Do you have a thing for men who are taken or something, sweetheart?”
The sound of his voice near her ear had her almost falling off her seat it startled her so badly.
Now that she had taken a deep breath and re-centered herself, Chloe placed a hand over her hammering heart and turned to glare at him. “No, I do not have a thing for men who are taken. Do you usually scare women in clubs half to death?” A few minutes ago, he had been across the L-shaped bar. Now he was practically bursting her personal space bubble.
Kent shook his head. “Didn’t mean to scare you, but you’re staring at that pencil dick over there pretty hard. I know you saw me watching you from across the bar, and yet, you ignored me. I was just trying to figure out if you wanted to jump his bones or something since you won’t give me the time of day.”
Chloe snorted in disgust. “I’d rather tell him to take a flying leap off a tall building than give him the time of day.”
What a man, what a man, what a mighty fine man, Chloe sang to herself as she looked out of the corner of her eye again at the man candy next to her and sighed. Although she didn’t know him well yet, she was going to try to learn as much about him as she could while they were sitting there at the bar.
Keeping up her charade of not knowing who he was, she asked, “What’s your name, sugar?”
Pretty boy cocked an eyebrow at her and smiled. “Shouldn’t that be my line?”
Chloe shrugged. “Sometimes a lady likes to be the one in control of the conversation. So, are you going to tell me your name or what?”
He held his hand out for her to shake, and she extended hers in return, only to find that he didn’t want to shake hands. No, he lifted her hand up as he bent his head down and kissed the back of her hand, before politely depositing it on the bar top. “My name is Kent.”
She waited for him to give her the rest of his name, and instead, they sat there staring at each other.
“Just Kent? No last name?”
His smile became even wider. “Kent is my last name, and before you ask, I don’t tell anyone my first name, so I simply go by Kent.”
Giving him a speculative look, Chloe said, “So, you were in the shifter bar today; does that mean you turn furry and howl at the moon?”
Kent threw his head back and laughed before shaking his head. “I’m a different variety of Other, sweetheart. No turning furry for me.”
Interesting, she thought to herself. Chloe couldn’t help wondering what Kent was then: vampire or demon. Whatever he was, there was something about the man himself that drew her in.
Just like the first time she saw him earlier that day, the sight of the him stirred an insane amount of desire in her. She didn’t understand this attraction at all, yet part of her didn’t care to understand it. She wanted to lay her hands on his body and kiss him senseless. Too bad she didn’t have time for more than giving him bedroom eyes and a come-hither smile. From the way he was eye-fucking her now, she knew those two tricks could easily reel the man in if she wanted a good time.
It seemed like a crime to ignore Kent’s appreciative glances and to keep track of the douchebag boyfriend who was berating his poor, sweet girlfriend in front of his friends. The woman had naive and innocent vibes, and was in no way in the same league as the man she was there with on a date. Chloe hated assholes like him and loved to make examples of them. She was just waiting for her opportunity to do so.
“Have you seen how mean he’s being to his girlfriend?” she asked Kent.
“Yeah, it’s a shame, too. Pretty girl like her could definitely do better than him. She’s probably with him for his car.”
Chloe gave him a confused look. “His car?”
“Yeah, sweetheart, his car. Saw him getting out of his Ferrari when I pulled in. That pretty little girl probably took one look at his car and thought she was hooking up with a high-class man. Instead, she hooked up with an idiot.”
Chloe pursed her lips in thought as she stared at the miserable girl. The poor thing looked as though she wanted to be anywhere other than there. Maybe Chloe could help her with that.
“Think it would make her night if she got to drive his car? Then maybe she’d have at least one good thing about tonight she could remember.”
Kent laughed. “There’s no way in hell you’re getting that guy to let her drive his car.”
Well now, she did love a good challenge.
Leaning into his personal space, she crooned back, “What would you give me if I walked out of here with his car keys and the girl so she could?”
“Anything, because there’s no way you’re pulling that shit off.”
She gave the demon a small, flirtatious smile. “And what do you want if I lose this little bet?”
“You, in my bed, any way I want you for twenty-four hours straight.”
Typical male response. She wasn’t one bit surprised. On the other hand, Chloe didn’t even have to think about it. Not because she wanted to have marathon sex with Kent, although she had to admit the idea was appealing, but the truth was, she was that confident in her abilities.
Chloe Demos might still be learning about Others, or what this particular Other was, but she knew men. And Kent made a critical error in his response. Guessed this would be a two for one lesson since she was sure Kent would lose. He should never underestimate a woman on a mission. He also should never have blindly walked into a bet. His mistake would be her gain.
And really? Twenty-four hours? Why did men always try to bullshit about their stamina? Chloe doubted there was a man, or Other, on the planet who could have a sexual marathon for twenty-four hours.
Running one of her manicured fingers down the side of his face, she whispered, “Remember this was your bet, darling. If you have any questions, you can find me at my aunts’ business, Amazons Inc. Otherwise, when it comes time for me to cash that marker, I’ll contact you.”
He shot his hand out to grab her wrist and stop her from moving her hand from his face. “What makes you so confident you’ll win, Amazon?”
Chloe couldn’t help smiling. She couldn’t wait to see the expression on his face when he heard her answer.
She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “I’m wearing my lucky panties tonight.”
The grip he had on her wrist tightened for a second, and she pulled back to see explosive, burning desire in his eyes. It almost matched the amount of desire she could feel in her own body. Sadly, fun times would have to wait for later.
She patted the side of his face affectionately then got up off her bar stool and walked away from Kent, who was watching her with a curious look as she sashayed over to her mark’s table.
She had seen a hundred guys just like him, and they never failed to disgust her—the privileged, over-confident, and atrocious jackasses who liked to treat women as objects instead of people.
When she reached her destination, she pulled up a chair and invited herself to sit. Every single man there was already leering at her, and half of them weren’t even bothering to look at her face. The only one unhappy to see her was the douchebag’s date. That was okay.
“Hello, boys,” she purred. “Who wants to buy me a drink?”
Two of the four men were up and out of their chairs so fast they were practically tripping over themselves to get to the bar. Douchebag was one of the two left behind.
Chloe turned herself sideways in the chair and crossed her legs to give him a view of her tanned limbs and red high-heeled, fuck-me shoes.
As usual, Chloe was dressed to kill, wearing a black sheath dress with an overlay of red lace that clung to her pin-up figure. It had a low, square neckline to show off her abundant D cups.
She leaned back a little to thrust her breasts out and watched her mark’s eyes zero in on her assets. This wouldn’t be hard to pull off at all. She was almost disappointed at the lack of challenge.
“What’s your name, sugar?”
Douchebag leaned over until he was perilously close to burying his face in the valley of her breasts. “John. But with a body like that, you can call me whatever you want, baby.”
Ugh. Douchebag wasn’t even original with his lines. Nor did he care that he said that right in front of his date. The poor woman simply sat there, timid and embarrassed; obviously not willing to do or say anything to the man who was disrespecting her.
Chloe leaned across the table and held out her hand in greeting. “And what’s your name, honey?”
The woman looked at her hand questioningly, and then shyly shook it. “Sarah.”
“Nice to meet you, Sarah. I love meeting pretty girls.”
At that moment, one might have thought that John would have looked calcitrant for hitting on another woman in front of his date, but no. The only thing he said was, “Hey, are you into girls? Because that would be hot to watch.” This further proved to Chloe that this man definitely needed to be taught a lesson.
Chloe spent the next hour coyly flirting with four men that she would rather pour gasoline over and set on fire, determined to win the demon’s marker. The entire time, she could feel Kent’s eyes on her. A part of her wondered if it turned him on to see her schmoozing other men. Maybe losing the bet would be worth it. Her pride, however, wouldn’t let her throw the bet for a bit of pleasure.
Douchebag was practically drooling all over their table at the thought of getting in her panties. He had all but forgotten his date sitting with them. All she had to do was make her move now.
Excusing herself to the restroom, she got up from the group and walked down the hallway. She went in, dug her lipstick out of her purse, and touched up with her favorite luscious red. Then she fluffed her hair and checked her figure in the mirror. Satisfied that she had wasted enough time, Chloe grabbed her purse and walked out of the bathroom, where she found Mr. Douchebag himself leaning up against the opposite wall, waiting for her.
John grabbed her arm and pulled her into his body, sliding his hands down to rest on her ass. “Hey, sexy, you ready to get out of here and have some fun?”
Did he not care that he had a date sitting at the table?
Ignoring her disgust for him, she bit her bottom lip like she was considering it. “Why do we have to get out of here to have some fun? We could sneak into the men’s bathroom, and you could bend me over the sink, instead. Wouldn’t that be hot?”
The man’s eyes widened. Then he smiled widely, like he had hit the sexual jackpot. “You want me bad, don’t you, baby? Can’t even stand to wait for me to take you home. Fuck yeah, let’s go in the bathroom and I’ll fuck you so good they’ll hear you screaming in the club.”
Chloe ran her finger down the front of his chest teasingly. “There’s only one little problem, stud. I’m not excited yet … at all. I have a hard time getting hot and bothered, if you know what I mean. My psychologist says I’m a nymphomaniac with an adrenaline rush problem and dangerous tendencies.”
Douchebag’s eyes glazed over a bit, and he started panting a little. Chloe could guess that jerkwad had a serious thing for what he thought might be crazy pussy.
“What does that mean?” he panted out.
Sticking her bottom lip out, she playfully pouted. “It means I have to do something that gives me a rush before I can get off. I saw that beautiful Ferrari you drove here. If you let me take it for a spin around the block, I bet my panties will be soaked by the time I get back.”
“Really?” he squeaked.
Chloe nodded. “Really. I’m getting excited just thinking about your car. The engine purring, and when it revs up, how I’ll feel the vibrations between my legs. God, that’s just so sexy. So hot. I’d even be willing to park the car around back and let you bend me over the hood to fuck me fast and hard. Can’t you just picture it, baby?” Chloe pressed her body harder into his and put her lips against the shell of his ear to whisper, “I’ll get out of the car, and you can push me down all rough-like on that hot hood. The warmth from the motor will burn my nipples a little through the fabric of my dress, but that’s okay, because it’ll feel so good. Then you can push my dress up over my hips, rip my thong off, and slide right in because I’ll be wet and hungry for you. You’ll be able to fuck me nice and hard. What do you say, sexy?”
Douchebag had his keys out of his pocket and in her hand so fast it was laughable. He started physically pushing her down the hallway, back into the club’s main room.
“You go for that spin, honey. Hell, take it around the block twice just avoid a speeding ticket or wrecking it. I’ll be waiting for you around the back when you’re done.”
Chloe turned around and put a hand on his chest to stop him for a second. “I don’t want to go by myself, though, so I’m going to take Sarah with me. We’ll be right back, sexy. Have your dick out and waiting for me.”
Douchebag stood there with his jaw hanging open while she grabbed his stilted date’s hand and dragged her toward the club’s entrance.
Before she walked out the door, she turned her head to look at the bar, finding Kent’s eyes on her. She waved the keys in the air and gave him a finger wave and an air kiss before walking out with the other woman.
If he hadn’t known that she was a true Amazon before, Chloe was sure he knew it now. She had been graced with the cleverness and ingenuity from her Amazon ancestors, which was precisely why she was walking out with, not just the douchebag’s car keys, but one primo marker from the otherwise unknown Other named Kent.
Too bad, so sad for the handsome man.
One giant hell yeah for her!
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Kent
If that devious little wench blew him one more kiss, he was going to grab her and show her what a real kiss was!
Kent sat on the bar stool, shocked and a whole lot of turned on by what he had just witnessed. Damn, but the Amazon was good at playing people. It hadn’t taken her long to gain the attention of her mark and talk him out of his car keys. If he had to guess, she was a professional con woman, and in a strange way, he found that hot. Hot in the way he could just imagine playing dirty little games where the big, bad police officer got to arrest the con woman and she had to bargain her way out of jail. The thought made his dick impossibly hard, and he winced at the thought of having to go home alone and take care of the problem himself.
He wasn’t even going to entertain the thought of taking another woman home. He had absolutely no desire to. The only woman he wanted right now was the Amazon, and he was willing to wait for what he wanted. There was no doubt in his mind that, eventually, he would have her.
In fact, as much as Kent hated to lose, maybe this would be his one way in with the Amazon. That thought alone made Kent feel like he wasn’t really losing but winning in the end. A bet, a marker, a small sacrifice in the grand scheme of things to have that Amazon writhing under him and crying out his name long, loud, and repeatedly.