It didn’t take me long to shower or throw on some retively cute clothes. My hair and make-up took a bit longer, but Ats had no right to compin. He’d sprung this on me at the st minute, and didn’t even give me time to get something to eat. Which I was definitely going to need before I did any kind of drinking. Alcohol and no food was not a combination I ever wanted to revisit again.

  I brushed my hair back behyind my shoulder and walked out of my bedroom. His matching eyes gnced over me and a frown tugged down his lips. I knew what he wanted to say, I also knew that he wouldn’t say it. He knew better.

  “We’re stopping at McDonald’s on the way there. I haven’t had anything to eat today and I’m starving.” I grab my purse, checking to make sure that my wallet and keys were in there and paused, looking around for my phone. Where the hell had it gone?

  I spun in a slow circle, scanning every surface within eyesight, yet it was gone.

  “Lose something, principessa?” Ats asked, arching a brow at me.

  “My phone, I’ve got no clue where it is.” I furrow my brows and put my hands on my hips. Seriously, where could it have gone?

  “Did you leave it in your bedroom or bathroom?” he asked. I shake my head.

  “I don’t remember leaving it in there, pretty sure I’d left it on the counter, but obviously not. Will you call it?”

  He nods and pulls out his phone. A second ter ‘Bad Boys’ started from my bedroom. Ats snorted and shook his head. I’d changed his ringtone to that when he’d gotten out of prison.

  I headed into the bedroom and pulled the light blue comforter back. My phone staring at me like a damned beacon of something. I’m not sure what. But I really wanted to just flip the damned thing off. Instead, I slid it into the back pocket of my shorts and walked back out.

  I was happily munching on chicken nuggets when we pulled up to the club, a double cheeseburger wrapper already discarded in the floorboard of my brother’s Bentley. He wasn’t happy about me just throwing the crumpled paper to the floor, but that’s precisely why I’d done it. It had been far too long since I’d been able to annoy him and there was no way I’d be passing up that opportunity.

  We pulled up to the valet and both got out. Ats tossed the keys to the young man that was practically salivating over the car. “Don’t drool on the leather,” he said as we walked inside.

  Normally, people would have to wait to get into the club, but since Mars was an investor we got the fast pass reserved for VIPs. There were a few grumbles, but nothing loud. Ats gnced down at his phone and then grabbed my elbow and lead me through the throng of dancing bodies.

  The music was so loud and I couldn’t understand the words, but the pulsing lights and smell of sweat and sex were invigorating.

  “Rory!” Mars waved from the bck, leather couch. Callisto and Orion were lounging back on either side of him. There were a few women and men loitering near the roped off area, eyeing all of us. I ignored them and sat down on the couch next to Calli and reached over, snagging her drink.

  She didn’t try to stop me, just called the waitress over to order a new one. I threw the drink back and then grabbed her arm, standing and pulling her with me. “Let’s go dance!”

  At some point she and I got separated, but I didn’t mind. I just let the music course through my body and move my limbs to the tempo. It was amazing. I hadn’t done this in so long and being able to let loose like this and just have fun was something I hadn’t realized I wanted nor needed.

  Hands slipped down my sides and to my hips. I barely resisted the urge jam my elbow into whoever it was. I did stop though, that was something normal here.

  The hands didn’t go any further than my hips and I turned, staring up into warm brown eyes set into a ruggedly handsome tanned face. A small scar on his bottom lip was the only blemish that I could see.

  He leaned down and whispered in my ear, tingles shooting up my spine. “Been watching you all night.”

  I arched a brow up at him and licked my lips. “Oh? You like what you see then?”

  “Oh, definitely, what I wouldn’t give to take you home with me.” His grip tightened on my hips and I chuckled, turning back around and ground my ass into him. I could feel him hardening against me and I grinned. There was someting about knowing that I made someone react to me like that. His arms wrapped around my abdomen and he dropped his head into my neck, nibbling lightly on the skin.

  “Come home with me,” he whispered.

  “Mmm.” I leaned my head against his chest. “How about you come home with me?”

  “Works for me.” He nipped at my earlobe and then lead me out of the club by the hand. I shot Ats a text message letting him know that I was leaving.

  My phone immediately dinged with a response, but I ignored it. I already knew what it was going to say. It’d just be a ‘no’. He had to know that it would go ignored.

  The next couple of hours were exactly what I needed after the st two weeks. The man wasn’t amazing at sex, but it was enough for me to get off once. I was able to finish the job once I kicked him out.