The VIP Room: King Part 7

"Really, I don't think we're anything alike." King's mouth tightened at the thought of his son-in-law.

Evie burst out laughing as Ashley set the gla.s.ses of expensive whiskey down in front of them. "If you didn't have a stick up your a.s.s where he's concerned, you could be best friends." She took a drink of the whiskey.

Her glistening lips were more than he could resist. He leaned down, catching her mouth with his own.

Evie jerked her mouth away from his. "Stop flirting with me, King."

"Why? I think you're s.e.xy as h.e.l.l."

"You also think I'm a wh.o.r.e." She downed her drink when he remained quiet. "You're a real b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

"Yes, but since when did you only f.u.c.k nice guys?" King snapped his mouth closed. He couldn't keep from antagonizing the woman. Her fiery spirit gave him a respite from the ennui he had been experiencing for the last year.

She leaned closer to him, her hand running up the length of his thigh under the table. His c.o.c.k jerked in l.u.s.t, thickening behind his suit's pants as her fingers traced over the outline before cupping it in her hand.

"I've known men like you my whole life. Men who think only a man deserves s.e.xual satisfaction. Even those goody-two-shoes b.i.t.c.hes who see me on the back of one of the men's bikes will call me s.l.u.t because it's too mortifying to admit even to themselves that I'm getting laid and enjoying every minute of it. I'm fairly young and having fun. I play with people who feel the same, just wanting our freedom. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

King shook his head no, gritting his teeth in pain because her hand had tightened on each word until his c.o.c.k was clutched in a grip that threatened to break his composure. "I see your point."

"I hope you do," Evie said, releasing his c.o.c.k to pick up her drink.

"Have you eaten? You're going to get sick with that on an empty stomach."

"I had dinner before I came. Besides, it'll take more than three gla.s.ses of whiskey to get me drunk."

"Good."

"Why?"

"Because I don't f.u.c.k a woman when she's drunk."

"I'm not going to f.u.c.k you," she snapped. "I don't even like you!"

"You like everyone you ever f.u.c.ked?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll be the first," King said, finishing his drink. "Let me show you the rest of the club."

He thought for a minute she would refuse, but she slid out of the booth. King moved to the side of the room where windows looked into the private rooms and pulled Evie closer for a better look. Inside the room, Jazz was giving a lap dance.

The sultry dancer was standing over the client with a leg on the side of his chair while she ground her b.r.e.a.s.t.s into his chest. Her a.s.s was swaying to the beat of the music King and Evie couldn't hear.

"The room is soundproof," he offered, seeing the question in her eyes.

Jazz straightened imperceptibly, raising her arms to place behind her head. She lifted and tossed her hair around as her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, covered only in a small pasty at her nipples, swung in front of his mouth.

"Why is the other curtain pulled over that room?" Evie pointed to the room next to the one they were looking through.

"The client wanted privacy." The red room had a separate entrance from downstairs that the client was given a special key to. The lap dancer was given a door code only she knew at the time of the appointment. The dances involved no clothes on the dancer and touching was allowed, of course. The dancer's fee skyrocketed at the added services. The elite in town didn't mind paying his prices for their privacy, though.

"Let me show you my other rooms." King took her arm, walking her across the crowded floor where there was a set of three doors. King keyed in a number, opening the door in the middle and allowing Evie to go first. His hand on her back gave her a gentle nudge forward.

"I've got it, Trey. Take a break." The large man who provided security stood up from the stool he was sitting on and left the room. King leaned back against the wall, studying Evie as she took in what was going on in the two rooms.

The room they were standing in was the size of a large closet. There were two doors that each led into the two separate rooms. King was sure it was what was going on in the two rooms that had her mouth dropping open; each opulent bedroom had occupants having s.e.x. King crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her reaction.

A feral grin came to his lips when he saw her nipples tighten and she shifted her weight. Her unconscious movements aroused King's predatory instincts.

"Is this supposed to turn me on?" Evie turned back to face him, taking him by complete surprise. "Sorry, I don't get turned on by women getting paid to take it up the a.s.s. Nor being paid to pretend to be a high schooler." Her eyes narrowed on his. "She is pretending, isn't she?"

"Of course, I don't deal in kids. What kind of man do you take me for?"

"Someone who would make a dime off someone taking it up the a.s.s," she replied sarcastically.

When King came off the wall with lethal intent, her eyes widened. The b.i.t.c.h had finally realized she had pushed him too far.

"For your information, the one being paid in that room is Rory, not the woman. She's a housewife who's not getting what she needs from her tight-a.s.sed husband.

"It's taken me several years to work out a system that benefits my clients and my workers. They don't walk the streets or get hurt by someone because that's how that sicko gets off. I provide safe, monitored rooms that are clean and clients are checked out before they are even touched. So I take my cut? It's a lot less than anyone else would take, and they don't have to worry if they'll still be breathing afterward."

Evie didn't apologize for her harsh words, but she lost the accusing look from her eyes.

King's hand went to the back of her neck, bringing her to his chest. "Everyone should be allowed to fulfill their fantasy." His lips traced across the line of her jaw until he came to her mouth, taking it with his. Her lips parted under the pressure and he took advantage, his tongue sliding into the silky warmth of her mouth. She tasted like the expensive whiskey she had just drunk.

King groaned, leaning into her further, bracing his weight with a hand on the wall behind her. He again took advantage of her hesitation, controlling the kiss, using years of experience with women to raise her desire. When he smelled the sweet scent of her arousal, he took his mouth away, tracing his mouth to the delicate sh.e.l.l of her ear. "What's your fantasy, Evie?"

Chapter 9.

Evie put her hands on his chest, giving herself breathing room. "I don't have one."

"Everyone has a fantasy."

"I don't. I keep my feet planted in reality." Evie moved away from his touch, going out the door without waiting.

"That can't be much fun." King came up from behind her, taking her arm.

"It's time I left."

"I'll give you a ride."

"I'm going to leave the same way I came-in a taxi." Evie refused his offer, not wanting to spend any more time with him until she could rebuild her guard.

King took his phone out of his pocket while leading her to the door of the VIP room. "Bring the car to the front."

Evie came to a sudden stop. "I told you I was taking a taxi."

"It's late, and it will take at least thirty minutes for one to get here. Surely, me giving you a ride to Penni's won't take that long. Either way, you're going to be stuck with my company."

Evie sighed, seeing she wasn't going to win this particular battle. "Okay." Evie figured the quickest way to get away from him was accepting a ride.

They went out the front door of the strip club where his black car was already waiting. King opened the door for her and Evie slid inside the car, sinking back against the expensive leather.

As Henry pulled out into the light traffic, Evie looked out the darkened window. The lights from the tall buildings were beautiful. Treepoint was small; the tallest building there might be seven stories compared to the skysc.r.a.pers reaching toward the sky here.

"It's been so long since I was in a big city I forgot what it was like," Evie murmured.

"Which city did you live in?"

Evie didn't answer his question.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?"

Evie turned back to him. "Nothing, why?"

"I'm going to a dinner party, and I want you to come with me."

Evie started to refuse then changed her mind. If she was going to find out what she needed to know for Shade, then she needed to see all aspects of his life, both business and personal.

"I can do that," Evie replied as if it was no big deal. "Do you need Penni's address?"

"No, Henry already knows it."

Evie wasn't surprised. From the information she had already gathered in the past week, there wasn't much King didn't know that went on in Queen City.

Five minutes later, his car slid to a stop in front of Penni's apartment building. Henry got out and opened the door for her.

"Goodnight, King."

"Goodnight, Evie." His mocking reply had her wanting to tell him to go f.u.c.k himself; instead, she bit back her caustic reply and slid out of the car.

Penni's apartment building was the most secure in the city. Shade had paid for it, making her switch from the one Jackal had kidnapped her out of.

As the doorman let her in, she thanked him, seeing the curious gleam in his eyes as he watched King's car drive away.

Afterward, the nosy f.u.c.ker gave her what couldn't be a more gracious smile as he pushed the elevator b.u.t.ton for her. Evie was relieved when the doors opened. Forcing herself to be polite, she tipped him before going inside.

Penni was already in bed when Evie let herself in the apartment. Shade had rented Penni a two-bedroom, so Evie went to the bedroom she was staying in. Showering, she got ready for bed, brushing her hair and sliding on one of Rider's t-shirts.

Feeling melancholy, she went to her bed, pulling out the gold chain with a locket she wore infrequently now. When Levi had died, she had worn it all the time, never taking it off. Gradually over the last few years, she had placed it in her jewelry box, only wearing it when she had felt his memory slipping away.

Pressing down, she opened the locket and took out the ring it concealed. Looking down at it, she felt a lump in her throat, battling down the excruciating pain in her chest she felt each time she looked at the diamond. Lying down on the bed, she held the ring in her hand, rubbing her thumb repeatedly over it.

Nights like this were when she would climb into bed with one of the members and let them take all the heartache away so she would finally be exhausted enough to sleep. Some nights, it would take a couple of them and several gla.s.ses of alcohol to drive the pain away and send her into a sleep where she could forget for a few peaceful hours.

Sighing, she got out of the bed; she wasn't going to be able to sleep anytime soon. She opened the curtains, taking a chair and pulling it to the window, curling up on it as she stared into the inky darkness with a thousand glittering lights. She stayed at the window long enough to see most of the lights go off as the city fell asleep while she remained wide-awake, reliving her past.

"You look tired tonight."

"I never sleep well when I'm away from the club." She almost put a hand to her face at his comment, but forced herself to appear relaxed.

Evie waited for King to make a nasty comment and was relieved when he didn't. She was too tired to fence with him tonight.

King's car pulled up to a large mansion and Evie raised a brow at it, whistling softly. "It's a good thing I dressed up."

"You look beautiful," King said, getting out of the car behind her.

"First, I look tired, and now I'm beautiful. You need to make up your mind."

King's head tilted to the side as he stared down at her. "You look both; beautiful with a touch of vulnerability. It suits you."

The mansion was filled with people. Evie wasn't intimated, however, as she was escorted through the crowded room by King who came to a stop in front of a middle-aged couple.

"Evie, I'd like to introduce you to Desmond Beck and Marta Lewis."

She shook both of their hands as King made the introductions. Evie could tell from one look at his eyes as they traveled over her body that Desmond Beck was a rich, elegant and cold b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Marta, on the other hand, was sugary-sweet and didn't have two brain cells that connected. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were larger than her IQ.

Evie was forced to listen to her discuss her latest pedicure as King and Desmond talked about their investment in a building. She listened as they talked about the new leases they had signed while pretending to pay attention to Marta move on to her hairdresser getting married and how painful it was to find a new one.

Thankfully, it wasn't long before dinner was served and Evie was finally able to move away from Marta.

"If you don't get her away from me, I'm going to scream," Evie threatened in a low voice.

"You don't like her?"

"A five-year-old would get along with her better than I would."

King laughed as he pulled a chair out for her. Evie sat down at the elegant table, studying the people already seated around it. King had surrounded himself with the upper cla.s.s. From what Shade had told her, King had been dirt poor when he was raised and now had acc.u.mulated enough money to move in higher circles. She was disappointed that he fit the cliche of wanting to rub people's noses in his wealth.

She took a drink of the expensive wine, not enjoying the taste-Evie had never been much of a wine drinker. Setting her wine gla.s.s down, she picked up her water gla.s.s instead.

"You don't like the wine?" Her host, Desmond, lifted an inquiring brow.

"The wine is fine. I just don't care for it."

"Let me guess, your drink of choice is whiskey?"

"I like anything with a kick to it, but if it comes down to just one, I'm just as content with a beer." Evie picked up her salad fork, ignoring his amused laughter.