Chapter 73: Chapter 73

He glances at the bar, perhaps assessing how far he'll be from me.

- I'll be right back. Can you avoid trouble?

"I will be far from you," I reply.

His hand leaves my back as he walks away. If I were my friend, I would give the most obvious advice of all: stay away from him. However, since my own conscience doesn't do this for me, I stand in the same spot for several minutes, watching him climb the stairs to the second floor.

LeBlanc is taller than most men. He is almost seven feet tall and his strong build makes him look even taller.

I shake my head. It will always be my downfall. I walk to the bar. The bartender is on the other side, mixing something in a shaker for a couple seated on stools. I lean against the counter and wait.

As I wait, I feel someone approach me, stop beside me. The sweet scent soon betrays that it is a woman.

- What are you doing here? - question. I turn to the female voice and find a young woman, early thirties, wearing a tight red dress that barely lets her breathe.

- I would like a glass of water, please.

- Let me rephrase, doll. I asked what you do in my club.

Deep breath. I was wrong to think that I would have no problems with people here.

- What... - I'm trying to say something, but she cuts me off.

- No one enters without my permission, and I don't remember you

I look around. There are security guards at the ends of the club, and I'm starting to imagine the ridiculous scene where I get kicked out of here, just because LeBlanc forgot to say he'd be accompanied.

- I've never been here before. I'm with LeBlanc - as soon as I say it, the woman laughs. It's not a big smile, it's really a laugh.

- Are you with LeBlanc?

- Yeah

His brown eyes turn cold as his smile closes. She looks me up and down, maybe wondering if I'm the LeBlanc type, and when her eyes return to my face, I'm sure she doesn't think so.

- Do you think I'm stupid?

"Absolutely not," I say, because I don't want any confusion. A car race and a first time at the club are enough adventures for me. I don't need to add a fight to the list.

- LeBlanc doesn't come to this club, doll. This is my home, my place.

She takes a step towards me. His extremely long, pointy fingernails startle me, so I take a step back. At this moment, my back hits someone's chest.

- Some problems? - the voice comes from the person behind me.

I feel relieved when my ears recognize his voice. I would be kicked out by her or her security, and neither option excited me much. For a mere second, my body relaxes against LeBlanc's body.

"Thank God," I whisper.

"I didn't know you were in the country," the woman says, and this time she looks at her face over my head.

LeBlanc grabs my arms and turns me to face him. His green eyes explore my face and I can feel them in every inch of my skin. Then they reach my eyes. LeBlanc is that kind of man, who always looks you in the eye. He ignores the question of the party owner, as if she wasn't right in front of us.

- Are you OK? - question.

- Yeah. It was just a misunderstanding - the wife answers for me, and if I wasn't just a girl leaving daddy's house for the first time, I'd ask her to shut up - You haven't been here for years. I found it difficult that he was there... and accompanied - she continues.

LeBlanc's eyes stay on me, fixed on mine.

- Are you sure you're okay ? - he asks again. I confirm with a nod - I'd rather hear your voice.

"I'm fine," I said.

Your look is capable of undressing me, even if your hands never touch me. I even control my breathing because I know LeBlanc captures every detail around me. He assists me.

When his eyes turn to the woman behind us, the last thing I want is to be in her shoes. He looks at her with that look that seems to move the waves of the sea, it's so imposing, and God forgive me, but it excites me.

"If you, or anyone else, have a problem with this woman, come to me and work it out," he said, making every hair on my body stand on end, and I'm sure he did. felt as his hands are tight in my arms.

"Of course," the woman whispers.

- Don't talk to him unless asked. Don't look at her. And never touch it. Did I make myself understood?

- Yes - she stammers - Perfectly.

- This goes for everyone.

- Everyone will be informed

LeBlanc nods, then his eyes return to me. Right now I know exactly why I thought about him for seven weeks. I know this because I spent the day tormenting myself over the possibility of seeing it. I know why I went to this warehouse.

- What did you come for?

- Ah... - I think - Water.

- Take water upstairs - he orders the woman.

Before he responds, LeBlanc wraps an arm around my waist and leads me up the stairs. We climbed. There are several jokes I want to play with that just happened, but I'm saving them. I'm too tired to do anything but keep feeling his hand on me and imagining him on other parts of my body.

He puts his lips to my ear, above the music, which is even louder on the second floor, and whispers:

- I thought you would stay out of trouble.

- The problem came to me - I raise my head, just so he can hear me better, however, it ends up bringing our faces together. His lips are so close to mine that I feel the warmth of his breath.

I don't know how many times a heart can race before having a heart attack, but I do know that my heartbeat is irregular. His hand squeezes my waist, making this room his property. Everything he touches is yours.

"Thank you for saving me," I whisper.

- I will start charging for this service.

LeBlanc's eyes are dark. His jaw flexes. I'd bet Elliot's Audi is as enthusiastic as I am. His hand squeezes my hip tighter, then his lips approach mine. I close my eyes in the same second. I'm going to go crazy if he doesn't do something to ease this tension between us.

"Let's go dancing," he said, immediately making me open my eyes.

I stare at his face as he walks away, leaving only his arm around my waist. A sideways smile graces his face, in that cynical way. Did he pretend? Was that part of your prank?

And what do I look like now? A pervert?

No, it's not that I'm a pervert. It's about him wanting to show that he can handle our little game a lot more than I can. It's okay, Mr. LeBlanc. You can be very good at playing with people's minds, but I grew up with a narcissistic mother-in-law, and from her I learned that a woman can have anything she wants from a man. .

"Let's go dancing," I said.

I'm not waiting for him to take me to the dance floor. You know those people out there who don't care about each other? I am one of them now. I grab LeBlanc's wrist and lead him onto the track.

Perhaps due to a malevolent work of fate, the DJ changes music. Just the opening melody is enough to make me smile.

I will make this man pay for all his sins.

When we reach the dance floor, LeBlanc has his back to me. His hands take my hips and I slide mine over them. There are people all around us, and they are all focused on their own dances, their own partners. No one but ourselves is watching us.

He places his lips on my right shoulder. He has a predatory need to keep touching me, taking over my body parts one by one. I close my eyes, and all I feel is the sensual music and her lips, now moving to my neck.

What has tonight done to us?

LeBlanc doesn't kiss me, he just leaves his mouth there, pressed against my skin. He is like a serpent; you don't realize you're capable of doing damage until your fangs are dug into the skin.

I bite my bottom lip as he brings our hands together, moving them from my hips to my stomach. He presses my back against him and we move to the beat of the music as if we were one person. Everything is him. The smell is his. The hands on me are his. The person that comes to mind when I close my eyes is him. The rest of the world just disappeared.

LeBlanc is the man who walks by and gets people's heads down. Those who know him fear him. I'm sure people around him respect him, just because he's him. However, at this moment, I forget about them. It's just the two of us, moving, touching, experiencing and imagining. There are things that have never left our imagination, but tonight they manifest in our body.

When I recognize the song, I start singing while whispering:

- Leave your hands there

I'm just the singer. LeBlanc's hands begin to move down, past my waist, toward my hips. They don't stop, and neither do I.

- Keep your eyes on mine. And if you want, I'll tell you lies. Say I'm yours forever, then tell your friend he's next on the list.

His hands reach my thighs. Almost everything in my body was touched by him tonight. Almost all. I push my hips back and my ass meets something hard inside his pants.

The Angelica from five months ago would try to be as advanced as possible, but not this Angelica. Not this evening. I sway to the rhythm of the music, slowly, steadily. He stiffens behind me and his mouth against my neck sighs.

- I'm not here for the games. I told you the truth, you chose to stay - I whisper the lyrics to the chorus of the song with the singer.

His tongue tilts and slides a short stretch down my neck, just enough to make sure my panties are wet by the end of the night. And in your bed, God willing. My legs are weakening, but the wall behind me keeps me steady.

- Angelique... - LeBlanc sighs. His voice is hoarse, but his tone was growling - Stop.

And since tonight is news night, I sway my hips as the music intensifies during the chorus repeat. I have never been so daring, so touched, so desired. To feel that he is hard, and that I am the cause, makes me uninhibited. Rubbing up against him in front of everyone suddenly isn't such a bad idea.

- Would you rather I do this to someone else? Maybe... - before I can finish the sentence, his hand lets go of mine and goes straight to my neck. He turns my face so I can face him, clutching my throat tight enough that I have to part my lips to breathe.

- I think it's really good that you didn't finish that sentence.

I look into his green eyes. I smile, like he did five minutes ago. It's a two-player game, honey. LeBlanc looks down at my mouth, and then I lose myself in everything that happened during the night, not knowing what excites me the most.

Even if I want to, and God knows I want to, I'm not going to kiss her. If your pride is great, mine is greater. We are pressed against each other, rubbing against each other like on a bed, and yet he resists. There's sweat on his forehead, and probably mine too. There are only two ways this night can end; all or nothing.

The song is coming to an end. We remain standing in the same place, close, for about ten seconds. Gradually, his hands leave my body. I don't know how much control he has over not taking me to bed today, but I do know his jaw is maxed out.

I take the next step and step forward, then turn to face him. For the first time, I breathe an air of my own, without its perfume.

- I need water.

I don't give you time to answer. I start walking towards the stairs, grateful I didn't trip over my heels as soon as I realized my legs were like Jell-O.

Well, looks like I paid for the sins myself.