Chapter 5
Nixon
Our time together passed much too quickly. Katana and I did everything I could think of, and not once did she seem the least bit apprehensive about anything I did to her. For a couple of complete strangers, we connected in a way that felt as if we’d known one another forever.
We’d only had a couple of hours of sleep before the driver I’d hired was expected to arrive to take me to the airport, where I’d hop on the company jet back to L.A. I had work to get to.
When I rolled over to wake her, I saw her mask had come off as she slept. Mine had stayed on, but I pulled it off as I gazed at her.
Katana’s face was just as gorgeous as I’d thought it would be. I’d pulled her dark hair out of the braid at one point during our night, and the long strands were everywhere. She looked like an angel as she slept, her lips swollen from all the kissing we’d done. I pushed a lock of hair off her face, and she moaned a bit before her eyes fluttered open.
I couldn’t stop the smile that took over my mouth—she looked too perfect. “Hi.”
“Hi,” she replied with a stretch. Then her hand came up to caress my cheek. “You’re even more handsome without the mask.”
“And you’re even more beautiful without yours,” I kissed her cheek. “Did you sleep well?” Before she could answer, I pulled her into my arms, holding her in a way I rarely did with anyone, especially not anyone I’d done this sort of thing with.
She cuddled into my chest. “You wore me out completely. I slept like a baby. Not even a dream made it through.”
With a chuckle, I agreed, “We did seem to give it our all, didn’t we?”
“I should think so. It’ll tide me over for quite some time,” she said then rolled off me and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom.
I watched her round ass, admiring the dimple at the top of each cheek as she left the room. And I caught myself sighing. “What have you done to me, you little vixen?”
The sex had been better than any I could recall. She felt better in my arms and underneath me than anyone ever had. But this was a one-time thing.
Sure, I could probably call her up now and then and see if she’d like to have another one-nighter, but that wasn’t really how I liked to do things. I preferred to hit it and quit it. It kept things uncomplicated, and that was my goal.
I heard the shower running and decided now was the time to call the front desk and have something sent up for her to wear home. “Rhoda speaking. How may I help you, Mr. Slaughter?”
“I need some clothes sent up in size two.” I’d checked the tag on her naughty nighty to get her size. She had red heels so I ordered something that would match them. “Can you send up a black dress? Something nice and expensive. Matching bra and panties too.” I had to guess on the size of that. “The bra is a thirty-two D. And if you find a nice necklace that would accent it, please add that on; money isn’t a concern. I want the best of everything. And please have it delivered to my room as quickly as you can.”
“Yes, sir. Give me half an hour, and I’ll have it sent right up.”
I hung up the hotel phone and went to the closet to retrieve my clothes for the trip back home. My cell rang, and I went back to get it, seeing it wasn’t a number I had in my contacts. “Hello?”
“Hey, is this Nixon?” a man asked me.
“Yes. And this is?” I looked in the mirror at my stubbled cheeks. Maybe I’ll grow my beard out, I thought to myself. A little something to remind me of last night.
“This is Owen Cantrell. You gave me your card last night. I was just calling to check on you. I lost track of you last night and wanted to be sure you made it out safely.”
“Um, yeah, I made it out all right.” I had no idea why he’d be worried about something like that.
He soon told me why. “That was some scene, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever been more afraid in my entire life.”
“Of what?” I asked, as I was clearly in the dark.
“The explosions, of course,” he enlightened me.
“Explosions?”
“Yeah,” he went on. “Wait, did you leave before that happened?”
“I did.” I walked back to the bed and sat down, feeling a little lightheaded. “So there were explosions? Was anyone hurt, or worse?”
“Thankfully no one was hurt. We all managed to make it out of there somehow.” He stopped, and I heard him make a smacking sound. “I’m sorry. I just had to give my wife a kiss. It was like we almost lost each other last night. It was awful. The Dungeon of Decorum seems like it’s probably at an end. It was completely destroyed.”
“I can’t believe it,” I mumbled. “What time did this happen?”
“Hell, I can’t even begin to tell you that. I couldn’t think straight until a little while ago. I was definitely suffering from a bit of shock. I just keep thinking how close my wife and I came to meeting our maker.”
“Wow. Looks like I dodged a bullet. Glad I found someone and we left early.” And I was glad of that for a couple other reasons too.
“Well, you and I need to hang out a bit when we get back to Los Angeles. I’d like to see you some time before New Year’s Eve. Catch you later, Nixon,” he said, then hung up.
My eyes flew to the bathroom door, where Katana was coming out. She’d wrapped her perfect body in a fluffy pink towel. “Did I hear you talking to someone?”
“Yeah,” I said as I put my cell down on the nightstand. “Seems we’ll never be going back to that club again.”
Her dark brows rose. “And why might that be?”
“It’s destroyed. Some explosions occurred. I don’t know the full story. One of my buddies from the club just called to ask if I had made it out okay.” I got up and walked straight to her, gathering her into my arms, still naked as the day I was born. “I’m so glad I got you out of there before anything happened, Katana.”
“My God, Nix. How lucky are we?” she asked, and I felt a chill run through her as her body shook a bit.
She’d called me Nix. My mother called me that. No one else ever had. I had a reputation that usually stopped anything like that. But I loved the way it sounded coming out of her mouth.
Pulling back, I didn’t let her go as I looked at her with a smile on my face. “Nix, huh? Okay, I’ll give you that one. But does that mean I get to call you Kat?”
With a sigh, she gave me a weak smile. “I don’t know if we’ll be doing anymore calling each other anything. When we leave here, this is over. No strings. I recall how this all works. We had one hot night, and there’ll be nothing more. I know the rules. I’m not going to bother you.”
I’d kind of like her to bother me.
I nodded, knowing she had had to sign something at the club that held her to that promise. But it didn’t stop me from feeling a bit bad about it.
I genuinely liked the woman. “You do have my number if you really need me. Not that I think you would—but if you do, you have it.”
“I won’t use it.” She turned her head. “That’s not what either of us went to that club for, right? One hot night of crazy sex is what we went there for, and we got that.” She looked back at me, and I saw something shimmer in the backs of her blue eyes. Her hands moved up my arms, reaching up to cradle my face. “I’ll keep the memory of last night locked away in my mind forever, Nixon Slaughter. It’s my most cherished one so far.” She kissed my lips softly.
Now it was my turn to feel the chill, and my body quaked for a moment. I tightened my hold on her, pulling her closer to me and kissing her back in a way I’d never done with another one-night stand sub.
A knock on the door interrupted what was sure to turn into another sexual escapade. My brain was thankful; my cock was not. “That would be your clothes. Put them on while I shower. Don’t you dare leave. I’ll have the driver I hired take you home after he takes me to the airport. I’d get you home first but I’ve got to go in to the office once I get back home. Most days are work days for me.”
“Okay,” she said with a smile. “That’s very sweet of you.”
Sweet? Was I being sweet?
I let her go and walked away, knowing I wasn’t being myself with her. I was anything but sweet. Back in L.A I was known for my aloofness and for never dating anyone for more than a couple weeks. Most of the time, business occupied my mind. I’d been accused of being neglectful by my dates, answering calls at dinner, getting up and walking away, leaving my dates alone with no explanation as to why.
As I showered, I tried to think about business to get my head back in working order, but Katana kept popping into my mind with memories of her sweet smile or her hot kiss.
I had to hurry up and get sexy little Katana home and away from me. Her hooks seemed to be sinking into me, and I couldn’t have that at all.