Page 29 of Connor's Claim
Connor stepped closer and tilted my face up. “You’re going to tell me yourself.”
At my headshake, he pinched my chin to hold my attention on him.
“Don’t make me guess.”
“Don’t make me say it,” I countered. To my horror, my voice broke.
I didn’t want to be weak in front of him. I’d done enough of that, and right now, hiding felt like the better option.
Connor regarded me, then took my hand in his and towed me to the door then out of the apartment. In the lift, he pressed the button for floor three and folded his arms.
The brothel. He was taking me there, where all the beautiful women worked. I hung my head, replaying the councillors’ conversation.
The bell dinged, and Connor’s hand imprisoned mine once more. We exited into a plush hallway, low music coming from somewhere; ‘i like the way you kiss me’ by Artemas.
A woman walked our way. Completely naked. Not a stitch on her stunning form aside from a pair of six-inch heels.
She clocked us and trotted over. “Shade, sorry to interrupt you.”
He stopped. “A little busy right now.”
The woman pressed her fingers to her chest above her high, round breasts, turning to me. “I know you, honey. I never forget a pair of pretty titties, and yours are banging. I hope Shade’s taking good care of them?”
I choked. “Well…”
Connor sighed. “What can I help ye with, Dixie?”
Dixie, as I now knew her to be, beamed and rattled off something about an issue with a double-booked party room that was going to cause a problem later in the evening. I watchedConnor. He listened, giving her a solution easily, but not once did he ogle her body.
Dixie thanked him then left us.
I stared at him. “You didn’t watch her go.”
“Why would I?”
Because her ass was the thing of poetry, all pert and shapely, just as her tits were bouncy and perfectly made. Dixie would’ve made the councillors drown in their own drool.
All of a sudden, I was angry. At them, at myself for caring, and, irrationally, at Connor for how he was treating me.
“Because you should,” I spluttered. “You’re using my body in the middle of the night while ignoring perfectly good ones walking around this place. Didn’t you see her? Go stare at her ass then come look at me and tell me something doesn’t add up.”
He angled his head then took a breath like he needed to control his words. “First, Dixie is a human, not a walking arse, and she works here. She’s a colleague, and I treat her with respect, as should ye.”
Oh God. He was right, I’d disrespected another woman after a dent to my pride. What the hell was wrong with me? A wave of upset crashed into me, and I swiftly turned away.
“I’m going back upstairs.”
“The fuck ye are.”
Connor rounded me like a flipping sheepdog and ducked, setting his shoulder to my belly and lifting me like he had at my father’s mansion.
I beat at him with my fists. “Let me go!”
He ignored me completely, transporting me down the hall to a door. Ducking me under the frame, he carried me into a dark room. I landed on a sofa, and he sat beside me, snatching up a tablet that waited on a stand next to the sofa.
I made to leave. His strong arm anchored me once more while he tapped out something on the screen.
Unable to escape, I paid attention to our surroundings. Aside from the black leather sofa, there was nothing in the room but one whole wall was glass. Low lights came on behind it, revealing another room a little larger than ours, the walls the dark pink of the club. A daybed waited on the floor.