Page 149 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
“Good to see you both,” Talon said politely, nodding rather than offering a hand.
“The same. Did the dungeon check out?”
A faint smile turned up one corner of his mouth. “I found it rather pleasurable, yes.”
With Talon, that could’ve meant practically anything.
“You didn’t bring a pet along for the evening?”
Talon’s dark brow lifted.
Yeah, it was a stupid question, I knew, but hey, couldn’t blame a man for trying. Talon was known to play with the submissives at the club, both male and female. He had no preference. Most of them would come running back for more if he would have them, but that was the thing with Talon. He didn’t mess with a submissive more than once. Unless, of course, it was one of the trainees. At that point, he would pitch in, but he didn’t get involved. Ever.
“I don’t know if there’s one who could handle you,” Trent joked, slapping him on the back before heading in the opposite direction.
Talon’s gaze snagged on a tiny little thing making her way through the room. I trailed her with my eyes as she pushed her way through the throng of people.
“I’ll be back,” he rumbled before walking away.
I glanced at Isaac, who simply shrugged.
“Well, I guess we should enjoy this party,” I told him.
“You’re probably right.” He smiled. “I think maybe we should go check out that fountain again.”
I grinned, then started toward the other side of the house. “A really nice art piece.”
“The nicest I think I’ve ever seen,” Isaac noted.
“You thinking perhaps we should get one for the house?”
He chuckled, his gaze swinging from Everly as a statue, then over to Dante who was still serving food and drinks though practically naked. “This place is giving me quite a few ideas.”
Yeah, now that he mentioned it, there was a lot of potential.
Always something to think about.
TALON
“I told you, I need to find my brother,” the woman exclaimed, her low, raspy voice bordering on hysterical.
I had followed her from the moment she stormed through the house. Tiny little thing, no bigger than a minute. A bit on the thin side, with the longest, shiniest hair I’d ever seen. Before I could approach, a male in a tacky suit grabbed her arm, jerked her toward him.
“You can’t be here,” the little twit currently squeezing her arm insisted. “You don’t have an invitation, nor are you wearing the appropriate attire.”
I seethed, something dark and fierce uncurled inside me at the sight of him bruising her soft flesh.
On a good day, I wasn’t the sort of man to stick my nose where it didn’t belong, but I was compelled by some dark driving force to intervene.
“I’m not here for the party,” the caramel-haired female insisted. “I told you, I’m looking for my brother.”
“Not tonight, you’re not,” the male declared as he pulled her toward the front of the house.
“Hey,” she hissed, trying to pry his fingers from her arms. “You’re hurting me.”
I stepped into the male’s path, blocked his attempt to drag her away. Anger, hot and bright erupted and it took everything in me not to rip his head clean off his body.
“If you wouldn’t mind,” he huffed, trying to move around me. “She’s not permitted to be here.”
“I think she asked you to remove your hand.” I kept my voice even, the deep bellow all I generally needed to get the desired result.
The male sighed, glared up at me. “I’m not here to argue with you, Talon. She can’t be here. Master Arlington said—”
I nodded my chin toward his hand still gripping her arm. “Off.”
He released her, then stepped back, his palms coming up in a sign of surrender. “Whatever. I’ve got to inform the security team. They won’t be nearly as nice as I’ve been.”
“Tell whoever you need to.” Before he could walk off, I gripped his shoulder, my hand covering the entire shoulder joint, squeezing just enough to have his arm going numb. “Next time you think of being nice to her, I’ll break your fingers. One by one.” I leaned down to his level. “Then I’ll feed them to you.”
The male howled, his knees buckling as my fingers dug deeper into the nerves.
“Okay. Yes. I won’t touch her again.”
I released him, my eyes shifting to the female. More specifically the way she was rubbing her arm.
The bullshit excuse for security stormed off in a huff, but I was more interested in the big brown eyes peering up at me.
“Are you okay?” I took her wrist, gently raised her arm and studied the red marks the bastard had left. Perhaps I should break his fingers anyway.
Her eyes locked on the spot where my skin touched hers, but she didn’t pull away. When she peered up at me, those beautiful dark eyes were calmer.
“Yes. I’m fine. Look,” she said softly. “I really am sorry. I’m not trying to crash the party. I just need to find my brother.”
