"No more women acting as camouflage," King gave in. "And I better not catch you with another man again."

When Evie's mouth snapped open, he could tell she was going to lay into him.

"You won," he told her before she could yell at him. "The least you could do is accept it gracefully."

"I won? What did I win?" she asked snidely. "I want to go to Penni's apartment."

So, she wasn't going to forgive easily. King could deal with her anger; what he couldn't work with was not seeing her.

King lowered the window long enough to tell Henry to take her home.

"Satisfied?" he asked with a lifted brow.

"No, I'm not." She crossed her legs.

King grinned at her unrepentantly.

"You're a jerk," she snapped, seeing his grin.

King shrugged, admitting his guilt.

It wasn't long before Henry pulled up in front of Penni's apartment. Coming to a stop, he got out to open the back door. Evie slid out, and once outside, she stopped and looked back inside the car.

"You coming?" she asked grumpily.

It wasn't the most seductive invitation he had ever received, but it was one that had his d.i.c.k getting as hard as a brick in his pants.

Climbing out of the car, he ignored Henry's wink as he followed behind her.

"This doesn't mean I'm not still p.i.s.sed." She pushed the b.u.t.ton to retrieve the elevator.

"I understand." They walked into the elevator when the doors opened.

"If I find out you're lying to me about other women, I'll cut off your d.i.c.k." She pushed the b.u.t.ton to her floor.

King had to take a minute to keep from laughing at her vicious threat. "I won't."

The doors slid open and King followed behind her, watching the curve of her a.s.s as she walked down the long hallway. She put the key in the door, but then turned back to him. "You better make it up to me for being such an a.s.s in your car and leaving me hanging."

"Evie, if you would just open the door, I'll spend the night making everything up to you," he promised.

"In that case," Evie opened the door wide, "you better pace yourself; you have a lot to make up for."

"I think I can handle the job." King slammed the door shut with his foot before sweeping her off her feet and into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom.

Two hours later, she was the one begging for mercy as she climaxed on his d.i.c.k.

"Do you forgive me?" King asked as she stroked her damp hair back from her face.

"For what?"

Chapter 15.

As Evie drummed her fingertips on the table, King looked up from his paperwork amused.

"Bored?"

"I can only stare at Pepper shaking her t.i.ts for so long."

He had relented in letting her back in his club if she promised to behave herself. She had grudgingly agreed.

"Are you saying I need to get some new talent to keep you occupied?"

"Why don't you let Rory take the next set?" Evie cast him a hopeful glance.

"Because I don't want a riot on my hands. The men pay to see p.u.s.s.y, not d.i.c.k."

To ease the disappointment in her eyes, he motioned for Henry to get one of his brands of expensive whiskey to pour her a gla.s.s. He had started having to keep his exclusive brands in his security room. Evie could drink like a fish, and she had developed a taste for his most costly labels. The bartenders had proven ineffective at keeping her to a limit when she would give them one of her seductive smiles.

Henry set her favorite down on the table. King poured her a drink, watching her eyes light up in appreciation as she took a sip. It bought him enough time to finish the figures he was adding.

When she reached for the bottle, he forestalled her.

"One more."

King shook his head at her, stacking his papers together. "I have something better in mind."

"I doubt it." Evie's wistful look at the whiskey had him chuckling as he rose from the table, taking her hand.

"Come on, let's see if I can find something to keep you occupied."

He led her up the staircase to the VIP room, but instead of taking her inside, he walked down the hallway, coming to another door. Keying in his security code, he opened the door when the audible click sounded. King watched her reaction as she took in the elegantly furnished gaming room. He had spared no expense in setting up this room for the wealthy to spend a relaxing night pursing their pleasure.

Several pool tables were s.p.a.ced evenly against one side of the room while card tables took the other half. A circular bar separated the two where a bartender and several of his bar girls kept the men plied with any drink they wanted. The bar girls weren't of the same caliber as the others in his club. No, these girls were exquisite, of exceptional beauty with bodies to match. It wasn't uncommon for them to leave after a night's work with several thousand dollars in their pockets, earned from serving the men drinks or on their backs in the rooms discreetly hidden at the end this one.

"Wow."

King smiled, pleased at her reaction.

"You've been holding out on me," she accused.

He took her to the bar, helping her slide onto one of the stools.

"I see this is where you keep Rory hidden." Evie nodded toward a back booth where the attractive man sat next to an older woman. She was clearly enraptured by the man, who oozed s.e.x appeal.

"Evie, why is it I'm beginning to feel as jealous over Rory as The Last Riders?" His eyes narrowed on her.

Evie's unrepentant grin had his c.o.c.k thickening. This woman was a handful. He had never met a woman who unashamedly enjoyed s.e.x and made no pretenses about it. He found it refreshing and honest because he was usually surrounded with women who had become adept at feigning their responses. When Evie came on his c.o.c.k, he knew she was experiencing a true o.r.g.a.s.m, not play-acting to achieve whatever reward she desired.

"Can I play?" At first his temper began to soar, thinking she was talking about Rory, but then he realized she was now focused on a card game going on at one of the tables. Desmond, the mayor, and Tony Reid were playing.

"Afraid not. Choose another table. That's an Executive Game. It's by invitation only and the stakes are high."

"You don't think I can afford it?" Evie tilted her head to the side, studying his reaction.

"Can you?"

"Yes."

King hid his surprise. He was aware she was well set financially, but not to the extent she was insinuating. Then it dawned on him that The Last Riders must have given her the same financial stake they had given the original members, as she had been one of the first in the club. The patents The Last Riders held were worth a fortune. King had discovered the highly coveted patents when he had checked them out. He refused to acknowledge even to himself that it was a gesture that showed they were protective of her.

As if reading his mind, Evie gave him a wry smile. "The Last Riders have made sure that I can buy any purse I want. Money is not an issue for me. I also have an inheritance from my father's family. They were one of Atlanta's wealthiest families. I grew up surrounded by old money and sn.o.bs. I can tell you the type of caviar by looking at it, and the year of a wine from the taste." Evie shuddered. "I've attended dinner parties for two different Presidents and traveled to countries most people only dream about."

King leaned against the bar. It was the first personal information she had revealed about her family.

"You're not close to your family now?"

"That's putting it mildly. My father and mother divorced right before I graduated high school."

"That must have been difficult," King surmised.

Evie shrugged. "I don't miss the parties or the people, and I sure as f.u.c.k don't miss the wine. I joined the service when I graduated and didn't look back."

"Wade, give me a tray of chips."

When the bartender set down a tray of chips on the bar, King slid them toward Evie.

"You want me to sign a note?" She looked at him questioningly.

"I think you're good for it." He touched the tray. "A hundred thousand enough?"

"To start with." Evie slid down from the stool.

King watched as she went to Desmond's table, asking to join. Desmond's eyes met his, and King gave an imperceptible nod. Consequently, Desmond got up from the table, pulling out a chair for Evie.

At first, the men dealt with her in a patronizing manner, thinking it was a joke until she won the first two games. King noticed a change come over the table as, one by one, they discerned they were dealing with a skilled player.

"They don't look too happy right now," Wade said.

"Give me a drink. I'm going to enjoy this." King settled on one of the stools as Evie meticulously and without mercy began to fleece his friends. The mayor lasted an hour before he threw in his hand, leaving with a frustrated expression.

"The girls aren't going to be happy," Wade commented as they watched the mayor leave without a backward glance.

The mayor would always pick one of the women to spend an hour with before he went home to his wife, often leaving a five thousand dollar chip for the banging session.

"He'll be back tomorrow night. He has to have his weekly f.u.c.k session to put up with his icicle of a wife."

The game continued with Evie winning. Desmond nor Reid were patronizing her any longer; both had a steely gaze that had King tensing on his stool.

Evie held her own throughout the night, winning and losing in equal turns with the men before she won the last game, pulling her chips to her and gracefully excusing herself from the game. Neither man looked pleased at her departure with their money, however.

He had watched her closely. She had played fair, and Desmond and Reid couldn't say otherwise. It must be a hard pill to swallow seeing her feminine a.s.s walk away from the table with a large chunk of their money without having to blow them for it.

Evie came to stand next to him at the bar, sliding her original stake back to him.

"Wade, cash her out," King ordered.

Wade took her chips before going into the security room and coming back minutes later with a plain envelope of cash for her.

Evie opened the envelope and then pulled out a hundred and handed it to Wade.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Her seductive voice had King's hand curving around her waist, pulling her closer to his side.

"You can buy me the bottle."

Rory came to stand at the bar on the other side of Evie. "Two mojitos, Wade."

King watched as Evie turned at his employee's masculine voice.

"She's only buying you a mojito? You're getting f.u.c.ked before your clothes are off." King almost spit out his cigar at her remark. Rory, on the other hand, whose face held the seductively masculine look he had perfected, lowered his guard enough to actually smile at her.

"It's better than what I had to drink last night."

"What was that? Mai Tai." Evie winced, looking at him in pity.

King gritted his teeth, seeing Rory's customer begin to develop a frown. It wasn't a good look. The old b.i.t.c.h already looked like a hag.

"How much she giving you for tonight?"

"Evie." His sharp voice didn't stop Rory from answering.

"Ten thousand for the whole night."

"Take the night off." After Evie slid the envelope in her hand in front of him, Rory picked the envelope up, looking inside. He raised a brow at her.

"Are you sure you don't need any company tonight?"

I am seriously going to beat her when I get her back to my apartment, King thought.

"I already have my night taken care of, but thanks anyway. Maybe another night."