Page 8 of Hunter
The vibrating beat of the music is the first thing to attack my senses. It’s slow, sultry, and somewhat intoxicating. I can see some of the younger patrons on a raised platform dancing, lost to one another as they grind their bodies together. We stand out like neon as we walk through the swarms of dirty bikers and their scantily clad girlfriends. Every step we take is watched by those around us, staring us down like unwanted intruders. Unlike Trent, who isn’t remotely used to being the outsider, I shake off their glares and walk confidently toward the bar with my client remaining virtually glued to my back.
This place is well stocked with liquor from almost everywhere. I spy the top shelf spirits and my mouth begins watering over the thought of a good gin to try and ease this evening’s weird turn of events. I turn to ask Trent if he wants a drink, but he’s too busy watching the risqué dancing taking place on the platform above us. In particular, he’s transfixed by the women up on stage, with their dance partners feeling them up as they sway to the beat, looking as if they’re completely lost to their own lustful thoughts.
“Hey!” a young bartender in a black shirt shouts. He has a black tribal sleeve tattoo and piercings at the top of his left ear, but otherwise, he looks fairly ‘normal’. “You looking for someone?”
“I’m not sure,” I reply, trying to make myself heard over the music, “do you know anyone named Louisa Flynn?”
At first, he says nothing, just eyes me up and down for a moment before a grin takes over his face. I frown over the fact he hasn’t yet told me no, that there is no such person here. Instead, he simply rubs his hand over the stubble of his chin. He’s silently assessing me.
“Wait up,” he finally says, then grabs a phone from behind the bar.
“Yo, Phoenix,” he says into the phone, “some suit is here to see your sister.”
Holy shit, she is here!
The bartender puts down the phone, then leans over the bar to point toward the platform. Still feeling like this is some sort of weird nightmare, I follow the direction of his finger to see a figure with long, flowing dark hair, only pulled back slightly so it shows a sliver of her face. She’s wearing smoky eye makeup, the type that makes a girl look like a woman, pouty light lipstick, the type to make a man want to kiss that woman, and a black, short, lacy dress that comes up to her mid-thigh. Her legs are tanned and toned to perfection and are finished off with a pair of strappy black heels. As she turns toward us, that sliver of her face reveals more than her beauty, it also reveals her identity.
“Louisa?” I gasp.
Trent and I cannot help but gawk at the girl who usually dresses like a trainee nun, moving sexily against a guy in leathers and a white vest top. His hands are all over as she clings to the back of his neck and moves her ass against his groin. She’s such an expert at what she’s doing, driving a man to distraction, that he looks like he wants to eat her. I’d be concerned if she didn’t look so completely in control of the situation, making all the decisions during this interaction.
“Holy fuck! Now, that,” Trent says, watching her while practically drooling, “that I can work with.”
I can’t take my eyes off her; she’s so confident, so beautiful, so absolutely perfect! As she moves and teases with this guy, I can feel my cock twitching and beginning to strain against my pants. My mouth loses all its moisture while the sights and sounds around me fade into nothing. Louisa Flynn, an enigma…an exquisite enigma.
Chapter 4
Daniel
“Gentlemen,” a growl of a voice intervenes our staring unashamedly at an employee from the side of where we’re standing. Snapping out of my gazing at Louisa’s insane body which she has always hidden from view, I turn to see where the gruff voice came from.
“Woah,” Trent gasps as he turns with me to see a guy who looks like every movie biker badass all rolled into one. Before us, stands a tall, broad, wall of a man, all muscle and tattoos that are designed to say, ‘Try it if you dare!” And I, for one, would rather avoid seeing what happens if anyone does choose to ‘dare’ with this guy.
“Who the fuck are you and what do you want with my baby sister?”
“Apologies,” I reply confidently after I’ve managed to shake off how bizarre this night has become. Plus, I might not want to go face to face with him in any kind of fight, but I also cower to no one. Trent, on the other hand, makes no attempt to not look like he’s about to piss his pants. “My name is Daniel Hunter, and this is Trent Matthews. I’m Louisa’s boss and I believe she went home with my phone. I’ve just come to get it back.”
“Is that so?” he says with a smile as he folds his arms in front of his extensive chest. “Lou!”
I watch her still on stage as she slowly opens her eyes to look at the guy she’s been dancing with. He tries to lean in to kiss her, but she covers his lips with her hand before planting a kiss on the back of it. He pulls on her arm and tries to lean in again. Phoenix whistles through his teeth, grabbing their attention, particularly the guy who takes one look at the Hulk beside me, throws his hands up defensively, and walks hurriedly away. Louisa, meanwhile, is now staring at me in such a way, I know she’s feeling a little mortified over us finding her in a place like this, grinding up against a perfect stranger. Trent, the tactless fool, grins while taking his time to peruse her body, prompting her to shake off her humility and begin walking in this direction.
“Mr Hunter, please tell your friend to adjust his boner before I do it for him. That’s my baby sister and I’m more than a little protective of her,” Phoenix says with a threatening smile, which seems to make him look all the more terrifying than when he glared at the guy on stage just now. Trent gulps before turning around to try and sort himself out.
“Mr Hunter,” Louisa says politely, sounding ever the professional even though I’ve just watched her gyrating against some dude on stage, “can I help you?”
“Hi, Louisa,” Trent says like a teenage boy trying to ask out his first crush; a crush that’s way out of his league. “Y-you look really nice. Who knew I had such a beautiful fiancée?”
She merely shakes her head like he’s an idiot, which isn’t totally unreasonable given how he’s treated her.
“What?!” Phoenix growls, the smug smirk now morphing into an expression of pure rage. I slap Trent’s arm, gaining his attention so I can give him a warning glare in the hopes that he’ll keep his mouth from running off even more.
“Phoenix, chill!” Louisa turns to face her brother, but he’s still snarling at Trent like he wants to break every bone in his body. “It’s just for work, it’s not real.”
“No shit, Sherlock!” The bartender chuckles, shaking his head before gesturing to Trent. “I mean, can you seriously see Lou with a guy like this?”
“Good evening, Louisa,” I chime in before Trent says something stupid over his hurt pride. “I’m sorry for not coming directly to you, but I hardly recognized you. You look-”
“Hot!” Trent blurts out before I was about to say something a little less blunt in front of her thunderous-looking brother. “Why the fuck are you wearing the ugly outfits and large-ass glasses all day?”