Slay (Storm MC 4)

I watched her walk to the bar, that ass swaying from side to side, causing my dick to harden. Fuck, she was something else. Where did that fight in her come from? Something had to have happened to her in life for her to be that tough and independent.

When she returned with another drink, she placed it in front of me and turned to leave straight away. I reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She gave me a questioning look and I murmured, “Stay.” Fuck knows why, but the urge to sit with her, talk to her, was overwhelming. I hadn’t experienced this desire for a long time. Not since Ashley.

She stared at me for a few moments.

Yeah, I’d think about sitting with me too.

“Who are you?” she asked as she sat. Her eyes held a challenge in them. She had to have worked out I ran in some seedy circles if I had the ability to convince Mario to back off.

“You know my name. That’s all you need to know.” Fuck, even my house cleaner thought I was simply a man who owned a construction company. I didn’t share my shit with anyone unless they were on a need to know basis.

“What’s your real name? I doubt your mother named you Blade.”

I remained silent as I filed through what I knew about her. Honesty and trustworthiness were high on her list of what she desired in a person. I figured that probably meant she possessed them.

Ah, fuck it.

“Donovan.” I raised my glass to my lips and swallowed the burn of the scotch sliding down. No one got that name out of me.

“Donovan who?” Her eyes flashed more of that challenge at me. And fuck if I didn’t like it.

“Brookes.”

She crossed her arms in front of her and settled back into the chair. “How hard was that for you, Donovan?”

I drank the rest of my drink and slammed the empty glass on the table. She didn’t even flinch, just continued to give me that hard glare of hers. I leaned forward a little and lowered my voice. “To be clear, no one gets that name. Don’t go giving it out.”

“Don’t do me anymore favours.”

“Christ, you drive a hard bargain, woman.”

“Like I said, I don’t like to owe anyone.”

“So you’re telling me, if I come in here and find you being threatened by someone, I should just let that shit happen?” It wasn’t really a question, though, and she knew that.

She didn’t say anything so I continued, “’Cause I’m telling you now, that’s not gonna happen. Ever.”

“Fine. If something like that happens, do whatever you want.”

“Thank Christ we can agree on that,” I muttered. Her challenging way divided me. One minute I liked it, the next it irritated the hell out of me.

“You gonna tell me who you are?”

“I already did. But you haven’t told me who you are.”

She pursed her lips before saying, “Layla Reed, and no, you didn’t tell me what you know I’m looking for.”

“You want to know how I know Mario and how I could get him to back off.”

Her hands flew up in the air. “Yes!”

I shook my head. “That’s not information I share with most of the people I know, let alone a woman I just met.”

“So I take it that what I’m thinking you’re tied up in is probably correct.”

“Think what you like, Layla. Most people do.”

“I don’t usually spend this amount of time thinking about people, Donovan, but you’ve got me intrigued.”