Page 5 of The King's Boy

I watched as they spoke for a moment and then the other guy headed back downstairs. He was probably headed to the bar to get them each a drink. The staff was pretty non-existent in this place. If you wanted a drink, you pretty much had to track it down yourself.

I smirked as I climbed to my feet. I tossed back the remainder of my drink, set the glass down on the low coffee table, and then started for my target.

Maybe it was time for another flirting session. Surely if he was in a bar like this, he was looking for a good time. I had no doubt that I could give him one.

No, I was not a slut. Not really. Yes, I had slept with my fair share of men—and a few women—but it was my body, my choice. I never made any promises I couldn't keep, I made sure those that I slept with knew the score, and I always used protection.

That being said, I knew my way around the male body. You might call it a passion of mine. Tall, short, fat, skinny... every male was beautiful in some way. You just had to look for it.

It was just too bad that more than a few of them came with asshole brains. I always figured if half the male population just stood there with their mouths firmly shut, there would be a lot less pain and loss in this world.

Men were stupid, but women weren't much better. I had a few close friends, and one very protective aunt, that proved to me that the female race could be saved despite the numerous psychotic bitches from hell that I had encountered in my lifetime.

Before I could take more than two steps, a blonde-haired woman in a red sequined dress walked past my line of vision, heading in King's direction. Normally, I wouldn't have noticed as I really was more into men than I was women, but this bitch had a knife clasped in her hand.

I think it was more the way she was holding the knife that felt more peculiar to me than anything else. It wasn't out in front of her. Instead, she held the handle tightly in her hand with the blade down along her arm.

I took a few more steps, following her. She was walking slowly, so it wasn't hard. I didn't think it was the five-inch-high heels either. She was trying to be stealthy. With as loud as the music was playing, she just might achieve that.

One problem. She had her sights set on the guy I hoped to get into bed tonight. I'd be damned if I let some vapid bitch with a dagger ruin my plans.

I picked up my pace, easily passing her since she was moving so slowly. As soon as I reached King, I plopped myself down in his lap, wrapped my arms around his neck, and planted a big kiss on his lips.

"Sorry, I'm late, darling. Traffic was murder."

"Spencer?"

I squeezed my arms tighter as if hugging him and whispered into his ear, "Lady in a red dress behind you, knife in her hand."

King stiffened for a moment before his arms came around me. "No worries, love. I'm just glad you got here. We need to head out if we want to make those dinner reservations."

Oh love. I liked that.

"I can't wait," I said a little louder. "I'm starving."

Not necessarily for food though.

"Then we should go."

When King stood, I groaned as I slid down his body. Now I knew for sure I wanted to get to know this man a little better. He had muscles and hard spots in all the right places.

The lights streaming through the bar flashed off a red sequin. I gave King a little push and stepped around him just as the woman in red reached us. I narrowed my eyes as I tried not to drop my gaze to the knife she was trying to hide behind her back.

"Bitch," I almost screamed, "you'd better get back. Can't you see that he is with someone? He is not available."

Yes, I was making a scene, but I meant to. The more eyes on us, the less chances of either King or myself feeling a knife blade between our ribs.

I felt two thick arms wrap around be from behind and then a strong male presence pressed up against me. I can't say I was against it because I was most decidedly not.

I just wished we were alone and naked first.

"He's right." King's deep timber voice echoed in my ear and sent shivers of delight dancing down my skin. "I'm not available."

I felt that the simpering smile and flush that filled the woman's face was all an act, but now wasn't the time to mention it. Right now, I just wanted her to go away.

"I'm so sorry," the woman murmured. "I saw you from the dance floor and you are so handsome and I... well..." She shrugged even as she fluttered her eyelashes at King.

What was her idea of flirting? Four-inch stab wounds?