Someone for Ransome

Chapter 2

Vivianne

As I push open the door trying not to think about how short this dress is again, I was assaulted with the rank smell of alcohol and a faint staleness that came from the smokers in the back corner. The club was a very popular place for people of all ages. Maybe it was the modern look to it all clean lines and flashy colors. The dance floor is straight ahead, and the bar is to my right. There I can see Gabriella sweet talking some drunk into giving her a bigger tip. She was hated by all the other servers here because she is classy and doesn’t need to show her t**s off like the rest of them. Gabriella still manages to bring home great money from tips every night.

The dance floor was already piling up with people swaying to the music. To my left was the seating area with the bathrooms to the back and a VIP section above the dance floor. Tonight, is for Priscilla. I keep telling myself that it is good to get out and about with my friends. Plus, I really wanted to see if that Russian Gabriella was going on about earlier was here again tonight.

Rubbing my hip once more, I made my way over to a table for the two of us. Ella already had our drink order ready, so one of the servers brought them over once I had picked out the table. Not wanting to start without Priscilla since it was her birthday, I decided to scan the room and people watch.

Smiling as I caught Gabriella working her magic on the poor souls who picked the bar to sit at. They don’t know that by the end of the night they will be spending double their tab on Ella just for her tip. Counting the men sitting there, I got to six before… Oh holy hot man on a stick.

There at the end of the bar sat tall, dark, and scary Hunk #1 and next to him his friend tall, dark, and make my hip tingle Hunk #2. Hunk #1 had his eyes locked on my Ella like she was his and his alone and then I locked eyes with Hunk #2. He smiles at me and I swear to every holy being out there that my lady bits just sighed and tried to spread my legs apart for him. He was huge but in a muscular way with a solid chest and arms that pulled at his shirt. Brown high and tight hair that was currently spiked in the front, adding that little bit of s*x appeal. And his eyes, oh they were a blue that made the waters of Hawaii look like every other ocean and they were staring right into my soul. Gulping I looked away, that was way too intense for me. What was I thinking coming here dressed like this, I am practically begging for it. And the look we just shared told me he was ready to give that to me and so much more. Absentmindedly I rubbed my birthmark once more.

“Vivi, I’m so glad you came to spend some time with me, and I am really glad to have gotten the night off.” Priscilla came up to the table and pulled me out of my trance I was in because of Hunk #2.

“Pris, I’ve missed you. Why do you have to be gone when I’m home? It’s lonely without you there.” I whined the last part but secretly I’m glad Gabriella and Priscilla are gone most of the time because I don’t feel so bad about a little one-on-one with my faithful, never-break my heart toy.

“You could always come here with Ella or come to the club with me. You don’t have to ever be alone.” Priscilla is sweet, but she is guarded and seems like a b***h to the outside world. But she is only this way because of the shitty parents she was dealt. When moving here from Ireland with her family to escape the mafia there, those parents of hers sold her to the Bratva to ensure safety in Russia. So, since the age of eighteen she has worked in their upscale gentlemen’s club. They treat her good and she does make good money despite being owned by the Bratva.

“Enough with the bad mood Vivi. Let’s dance.” She shouts at me as she slams her drink back. Her “first” drink as a 21-year-old.

“Okay, okay. Happy Birthday Pris.” I shout back at her and slam my own drink back.

As I get up to go to the dance floor, I feel eyes on me and immediately know it’s the Russian Hunk #2. We manage to weasel our way to the center of the dance floor and the crowd started to separate the more we moved and swayed to the beat of the music. Pris was always a good dancer, so I had her show me a few things once or twice. Swinging my hips left and right I run one hand up my body to my hair and above my head. I send the other one down my front, over my hip, and to my thigh where my dress was riding up.

Tilting my head back and closing my eyes, I came alive. Swaying and feeling the beat had made me daring and bold. Making me come out of my cool sheltered box I put myself in after moving here. Opening my eyes, I locked them with a pair of blue eyes you only dream of having. Sapphire, starburst blue eyes were staring me down and I rubbed the spot on my hip again that wouldn’t stop tingling. Biting my bottom lip, I gave those eyes a sexy little smile and rotated my hips. Those eyes of his snapped to my hips and grew darker than snapped back to mine. I felt bold and sexy to have this man’s eyes on me while I danced. He let his eyes wander down my body and I felt them on me like they were his fingers. Looking away, I saw a woman staring at Hunk #2 and then back to me.

Death… that is what I saw in her eyes when they landed on me.

Cold, hard eyes filled with hatred and I have no idea why. What did I do to piss you off lady?

Pris did the sign for drinks and I nodded a yes to her. The eyes of two people followed me off the dance floor and over to our table. Reaching the bar while Ella was sweet talking a drunk guy, I noticed the other Russian Hunk #1. His eyes have not left Ella since I noticed them there when arriving.

“Vivi, how are you? You look f*****g smokin’ hot. Is that my dress? Oh, never mind I am just glad you showed.”

The sleezeball Gabriella was just talking to looks at me with a sour face. Which immediately changes to want when he lets his eyes roam over me. Leaning on the bar he slurs to Gabriella, “I wouldn’t mind just watching you two pretty little things go at it for hours.”

Shock was all I felt, then disgust. What a pig, ugh.

Out of nowhere a hand was around the man’s throat. Following the hand to the arm and then further still to the face, I locked eyes again with tall, dark, and make my hip tingle Hunk #2. In a voice that Vin Diesel would be jealous of, he told the man to give me an apology.

“Such beauty is not to be spoken to that way by a drunk in the bar.” Mmmm…. make my panties melt if I was wearing any.

The foul drunk man chokes out, “… I’m… sorry… miss.”

“That’s a good man now you can leave and don’t ever come back or look at her again.  If you do, I will kill you.” Letting the man fall to the floor Hunk #2 turns slowly back to me and says “Hello, I’m Ransome. Would you like a drink?”

Oh. s**t.

Cue the tingling in my hip to overdrive.

I am in so much trouble here… God help me.

Ransome

I am in so much s**t right now.

Oh. God. What did I just do and why?

Oh, I know why and it’s the sweet curvy little red head standing in front of me. Since the moment she walked in a I knew who she was….

Mine.

Mate.

After my horrible relationship and even better break up a few months ago, I thought I’d never find her… the one fated to only me. Being a dragon shifter, I only have until my 200th birthday to find my fated mate. If I don’t by then, well… then I die. Its harsh I know but you can’t go on living for ever and not have a family or purpose.

So, finding her now is a great shock and a blessing. But I knew who she was the minute she swayed that sexy ass of hers in the door. I have never felt my dragon surge to the surface like he did when she walked in. He wanted her, and he wanted her now.

She needs to stop biting that bottom lip of hers or I am going to do it for her. I am trying to introduce myself here and she is making me think of the bedroom.

“Hello, I’m Ransome. Would you like a drink?” she blinks a few times and rubs that hip of hers that I am pretty sure houses my dragon mark.

Calling over her shoulder to the bartender, “Ella, can I have a crown and coke, please?”

An angel. That is what she is. Her voice is like liquid heaven and she looks like an angel as well. I want to tell her to talk some more, anything at all, but I just nod at her drink choice.

She is so sexy and these amazing curves all over. She looks so small to me that my protector instinct comes out without check. I want to grab her and hold her close, but when you look at the full package all I can think is bed…. NOW!

Her eyes are this green that looks like the fields of Ireland at springtime. And she has hair that is meant to drive a man wild.

And it does.

I don’t know whether I want to pull it all down or grab a good handful of it and tilt her head back to kiss those lips she keeps playing with. The bartender Gabriella, I’m sure is her name, hands my angel her drink and then looks at me expectantly.

“Oh yeah, can I have a vodka double please.” Gabriella nods and hands me a drink. Wow that was quick.

I gesture to the now empty bar stool in front of me. My angel c***s her head but decides to indulge me and takes a seat. I take the empty stool to her right and watch as that already short dress she has on rides even higher up those thick thighs. I get a mental picture of those same thighs wrapped around my waist or squeezing my head in place as she rides an orgasm.

Okay, I must get myself together and some how curb this lust for a bit, so I can at least find out her name.

“Do you come here often Miss….”

“Vivianne, it’s Vivanne and I don’t come here ever this is my first time. Usually I am home grading papers and tests.” I could tell she was nervous when she took a huge drink of her alcohol and coughed a bit. Liquid courage. To me it didn’t matter how long she made me wait for her to be ready for anything with me, just knowing she existed was good enough for me.

“So, Miss Vivianne, you are a schoolteacher then? Where at? What level do you teach and what subject?” I knew these were a lot of questions tossed at her all at once, but I wanted to know what ever I could about this angel sitting in front of me. These are also things I need to know so I can have some watch her when I can’t. I want her to be safe when she is not with me.

She let go of the breath she had been holding, in doing so sent a burst of warm sweet honey my way making it harder for me to keep the dragon in check. He wanted out to claim the treasure that was his. A groan of pure desire slipped past my lips and her eyes shot to my way fast.

“Ummm… I work at St. Petersburg International High School. Levels ten and eleven English, French, and German languages.” Her eyes came alive as she spoke of what she did. I felt a sense of pride for this woman I barely knew. “What do you do, Ransome?” She asked, and I closed my eyes to listen to her voice as it soothed the dragon within. When my name rolled off her tongue, I almost lost all control. I wanted to make her say my name a million times.

Clearing my throat “I ah, I own Iron Curtain Security and some of my best men are my really good friends. I built it about ten years ago. There’s me, Nikolai my second in command, Maksim and his sister Sylvie, Maximus who joined about five years ago, and the last to join our team was Anton just about a year ago.” Searching her face for any sign of boredom, I was surprised when there wasn’t any. She looked like she was genuinely interested in what I had to say and that was a rare thing with women.

“How long have you been in Russia and here in St. Petersburg, moy angel?”

“You can call me Vivi everyone else does. I have been here since I turned eighteen. A little over six years in Russia and maybe three of those six here in St. Petersburg. Russia had always called to me. So, I picked a college here and moved across the ocean.”

I had so many questions for this angel but didn’t want to talk here anymore. Maybe I could get her to go to Percorso, the new upscale restaurant with me for some late-night drinks. Just as I was about to open my mouth Gabriella came over and pushed a gin and tonic in front of me. Confused, I gave her a puzzled look and pushed it back toward her, shaking her head she states “The lady at the end of the bar bought it for you. Said for you to have a good time it won’t last for long.”

Onya. My crazy ex who wouldn’t leave me be. Vivianne gave me one of those looks, you know with a raised eyebrow like she is asking me a silent question, but she left it at that. I mean what more could she do we were just talking. She didn’t know or understand what she was and meant to me yet.

“Excuse me Vivianne, I need to step away for a minute.” I get up and head to the end of the bar not to talk to her but Nikolai.

“You need to get rid of her now. I can’t have her here messing things up with Vivianne. She’s the one, I know it and she is rubbing her hip while she is near me. I know that’s where my dragon symbol lies. So, you need to get rid of her now before she ruins any chance, I have of taking Vivianne out of here.” I rattled this all off into his ear with a rough tone that by the end had him flinching. I could see his eyes darting from Onya to Vivianne and then to Gabriella, like he was struggling with doing what I asked of him. Giving me a curt nod, he went over to Onya, whispered something in her ear and then escorted her out. I watched her leave while keeping an eye on Vivianne for any reaction to what was happening.

I will have to explain this whole situation to her soon. But right now, I wanted to spend as much time as I could getting to know my sweet little angel. I walked back over to her and took my stool again. As I opened my mouth to ask her about leaving, she very boldly blurted out, “Do you want to get out of here and maybe, um… I don’t know, go somewhere else to talk?”

I closed my mouth and smiled sweetly at this woman in front of me. She was amazing, knowing she didn’t ask men out at all gave me a sense of hope that she felt this connection between us too. Maybe not to the level I feel it, being a shifter and all, but I know she feels something. I am going to use that and get my mate.

“Yes, I would love to go some where else and get to know you a little better.” I had completely forgotten about that killer dress she was wearing until she slid off the bar stool and smoothed it down. What I wouldn’t give to be her hands right now running all over those curves. She is making me question my sanity at every turn. I swallow hard and escort her out the front door.

“We can take my car and I can have of the boys deliver your car at your home for you?” I could see and smell her hesitation at that. It makes me a little smug inside knowing that she doesn’t just let these types of things happen all the time. She is thinking this through but knowing what she is to me and the fact that I would rather die than do any harm to her, I give her the other option as well. “Or if you feel more comfortable, we can take separate cars, I don’t mind.” I am hoping she says yes to one car, so I can stare at her longer and get to know her on the ride over.

“No, it’s okay we can take your car. Here are my keys just make sure they are careful with it. It’s all I have and for some strange reason I trust you.” She looked at me with her hand held out, keys dangling from them. I could see in her eyes she was telling the truth.

“Okay beautiful, this way and I’ll make the call once we are on the road.” I walked her over to my 2018 Marussia B2 all black car. I watched as those green eyes got big and she ran her fingertips down the hood.

Good God, what would it feel like to her do that to my body?

I really need to stop thinking these thoughts or I am going to scare my mate away.

“This car is gorgeous so sleek and sexy, yet masculine looking.” Looking back up at me she asks, “How fast can she go?” I see a sparkle in those green orbs of hers. Shocked and amused by this woman before me, I smile at her.

“Well angel, get in and I’ll show you.” I open her door and help her slide down into my car. Watching as her creamy thighs are revealed to me inch by creamy inch. “make sure you buckle up baby because this is going to be one hell of a ride.”