He was in such a horrid mood that evening. Having to lose a close ally, putting an end to an i***t, and dealing with the riff raff of subordinate groups who could not hold a candle to his organization, he was far from in the mood to be in his club.
But when he saw her, that all changed.
He leaned over the railing to the executive area of his club and stared down at the crowd enjoying themselves. At first, he was staring blindly at the dance floor. He only needed a moment to clear his head before leaving for the evening. But the sensual movements of maroon caught his eye. And he caught hers as well.
He stared at her in the violet jeweled irises of her eyes. The way she moved seemed like it was a show made only for him.
In a trance, he watched the dancing woman. His mouth watered
