Page 75 of Eternal Obsession

He was aroused as the thick aroma of incense filled his lungs and the loud, thumping bass affected him. His cock responded to her touch, hardening.

Opening his eyes, Jadeon struggled to gain control, pushing her hand away.

With a wry smile and the huskiest voice, she said, “Well, if you change your mind.”

Standing up with a feline elegance, she turned from him, walking toward the rear of the room. Jadeon watched her stand before a doorway. It slid open automatically and she stepped into an elevator. Holding out her hand to him with a coy expression, she gestured for him to join her. He found it difficult to concentrate. Her musky perfume lingered. The elevator door closed.

And then he saw me.

Jadeon’s heart skipped a beat. I stood with my back to the bar, my elbows leaning on it casually, surrounded by several others. Jadeon recognized Marcus and was curious about the girl with us with the shocking purple streaks highlighting her hair. Dark circles under her eyes hardened her features.

We had walked in when Jadeon had been distracted. He now stared intently, though I ignored him. I was dressed in the fashions of the day, wearing black trousers of the finest leather and a white shirt. Jadeon attempted to read my mind but, unable to do so, continued to view those who surrounded me. We laughed loudly, joking with each other as all activity centered around me.

My eyes now fell directly on Jadeon’s.

My smile faded.

My gaze returned to my friends, and I continued to converse, having informed Jadeon with a glance that I knew he was here.

The young girl standing with us looked strangely out of place to Jadeon. Her clothes, denim pants and an inexpensive shirt, were dissimilar to what the other club members wore, making her stand out. Upon reading her mind, the only one of the group Jadeon could penetrate, he sensed she wanted something from me, and she was willing to do just about anything to get it. Fascinated, he scrutinized her.

I broke off his concentration.

I headed for Jadeon.

And loomed close. “Looks like you’ve been stood up,” I said.

“I’m here alone.”

“No, you?” I signaled to the barman to bring drinks. “We fulfill most fantasies,” I said. “However, I dare say, yours are a little unusual. Be reassured, I’m open-minded.”

I sat down opposite Jadeon.

“Where’s Catherine?” he asked.

“Who?”

“You know why I’m here.”

“What’s Alex up to these days?” I asked.

“Over you,” he said.

Two beverages were placed on our table.

“You used to be so eloquent when it came to social graces. What happened to Mr. Nice Guy?”

“You happened.”

“A little gratitude would be nice.”

“For what exactly?” Jadeon said.

“What year is it?”

“What?”

“What year is it?” I repeated coldly.