Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Seamus tilted his smirk, which belied the glare he sent the other man’s way. It was clear Jefferson was inebriated but he wasn’t that drunk.
Jefferson must have realized his faux pas when he caught Seamus’s narrowed-eye stare because he coughed with obvious embarrassment. “Uh, yeah, well you know I meant nothing by that. It’s good to see you is all I’m getting at. Why don’t you join us?”
Seamus decided to let the old man off the hook tonight. Besides, he had a more pressing matter to attend to and she was currently only a foot away from him. “Not tonight. I actually come over to borrow this young lady over here.” He placed his hand on Tamryn’s shoulder. He could feel her stiffen beneath his touch, but that didn’t matter because by the end of the night he vowed that she would be screaming his name.
The man next to her scowled at him. “Hey bud, I was here first. Go find another girl.”
Harry shook his head vehemently. “It’s okay, Jason. There are other girls here.” Jefferson interjected trying to save his friend.
Jefferson’s friend, however, didn’t seem to take the hint. “That’s right, there are other women here. He can go find another one.”
The blonde spoke up. “Jason, I see Brooklyn standing over there, she’s not entertaining anyone at the moment if you like a certain type.”
Seamus had no plans to stand here and continue arguing. He grasped Tamryn by the wrist and yanked her to her feet. “Come on.”
Unfortunately, Jason refused to back down and he stood up as well. “Hey man, fuck you. Do you know who I am?”
“I don’t know who you are, but I know what you’re going to be if you don’t sit your ass back down.”
Jason turned beet red. It was clear he wasn’t used to confrontation because his name had always been enough. “Are you threatening me?”
“I don’t make threats, just guarantees.”
“I didn’t realize they allowed thugs in this club. Oh yeah, I know who you are and you think just because your father narrowly missed getting locked up by the feds and you somehow bought your way into polite society it doesn’t mean you’re still not some two-bit hood. If you think—”
Seamus slammed his fist square into the other man’s mouth. The blonde at the table let out a little scream of surprise. Tamryn gasped. His victim dropped faster than a blink of an eye.
He could see Natalia running over to see what the commotion was but Seamus didn’t have time to deal with the fallout. He was certain Natalia would take care of everything. In the meantime, he was finally going to do what he’d come here for.
Fuck the shit out of Miss Tamryn Smith.
5
Seamus dragged Tam out of the club and along the corridor until they came to the elevators. She had to practically run to keep up with his quick strides. When he’d approached her table she had instinctively known that he’d come for her. She’d be a fool if she didn’t acknowledge the spark between the two of them. Her attraction toward this man was exciting and scary at the same time. She’d already figured that he was a dangerous man by what she’d already witnessed but it was apparent his reputation proceeded him.
“Did you have to hit him like that?” she broke the silence as they waited for the elevator door to open.
He didn’t answer her question.
“Can you at least let go of my wrist?” She attempted to yank herself out of his hold, but his grip remained tight. It held on to her as if he didn’t want to let go.
Seamus didn’t release her until they were at the top level. He had to press a code into the panel in order for the doors to open. This was a part of the building none of the other hostesses or clients had access to. It was apparent that this was a private penthouse suite but she didn’t understand why Seamus had access to this one when the clients were able to take the hostesses to private rooms on the lower levels, unless…
It all made sense. This was his place. No wonder Natalia reluctantly accepted Tam into her employment if Seamus was the boss, but the way Jason and Harry had spoken to him they didn’t seem to be aware.
“The Devil’s Den belongs to you?” she asked, looking around his elaborate surroundings.
Seamus walked to his bar and poured himself a drink. Once again, he ignored her question.
“If you’re not going to speak, then I don’t see the point in me being here. You may own this place but that doesn’t mean I have to be here with you. I was told that we have the right to refuse a client.”
He put his glass on the bar and smirked. There was something almost devilish about him when he did that. “But you won’t.”