The Lion and the Lamb

Shit. Leo leaned back in his chair and ran a hand over his eyes. He really wasn’t surprised. Tatum was a smart girl, and nothing got by her. “Keep on her ass but stay back. Just make sure she’s okay.” He hung up and tossed his cell across his desk. He had a fucking headache and was tired as hell. All day, he had tried to get Tatum to spend some time with him. She declined at every turn, and he started to worry that her skittish nature would keep a wall between them. Ever since their night together, it felt like she avoided him. He didn’t like it, wasn’t used to it, and all it did was make him want her more.

Too many times to count, he had grabbed his keys, on the verge of going to her and demanding they talk about what happened between them. He had no doubts she felt the same desire he had—hell, he’d seen it on her face, smelled the sweet aroma come off her when he buried his cock deep inside her. His little mate was stubborn, but she wanted him, and he just needed to show her that.

A knock on his door had him dropping his hand and staring at the thick metal. “Yeah?”

The door pushed open, and Sugar stood on the other side. The mini skirt and belly shirt she wore was meant to entice, but he felt nothing stir below his belt. He couldn’t even get hard anymore unless it was with Tatum.

“Can I talk to you, Leo?”

He motioned for her to enter. She closed the door and took a seat in front of his desk. Her dirty-blonde hair was teased in what reminded him of the eighties. The thick layer of makeup she wore seemed to make her appear a hell of a lot older than her mere twenty-two years.

“What is it, Sugar?” He rubbed his eyes again and tried to relieve the pounding ache that settled behind his orbs.

“I actually wanted to talk about the new girl.”

Leo leaned back in his seat and stared at her. He didn’t let any of his emotions show, not until he knew where this conversation was going. “Yeah? What about?” Hand resting on his desk, Leo strummed his fingers over the top of it. He smelled her nervousness and arousal.

“I just don’t think she’s a good fit for The Lion and the Lamb.”

Lifting a brow, he spoke calmly. “And why’s that? She do something against club policy?”

“No, well, no….” She looked around the room, and her nervousness became a tangy scent in his nose. “She just… she just doesn’t really fit the look. Know what I mean?”

“No, I don’t know what the fuck you mean.” The image of Tatum’s lush curves, bountiful breasts, and snug pussy slammed into his head. His cock instantly got hard, and his body temperature soared. He closed his eyes and swallowed. Who knew that once a lion found its mate, all common sense and self-control flew out the window?

He felt the lightest touch across his chest and snapped his eyes open. Sugar was right in front of him, her breasts inches from his face. She leaned forward and brushed her lips across the collar of his shirt. The fact that she moved quick enough he hadn’t even noticed showed exactly where his mind was.

His thoughts were a jumble, and if one waif of a female could make a move on him without him even realizing, he needed to pull his head out of his ass and get back in the game. Shit like that could end up getting people killed.

She started trailing her hand down his abdomen, but before she could get to his erection, which was most definitely not for her, he grabbed her wrist in a gentle yet secure hold.

“What are you doing, Faye?” He rarely used the girls’ real names, but this particular instance called for the stern approach. It seemed as of late she became more insistent with her attraction to him, despite the fact that he had reinforced he wasn’t interested.

It wasn’t because she worked for him, but more so there was the scent of desperation that lingered around her. She also wasn’t the type of woman who he found attractive. He had caught her glaring at Tatum on more than one occasion, and the putrid stench of her jealousy came out like a crack of a whip.

“I just think you should reconsider your policy.” She gave her hand a tug and tried to continue her downward path. “I see the way you look at her, Leo.” She placed her ass on his desk and thrust out her chest. The fucker behind his fly had yet to relent, and he noticed the way her eyes widened when she glanced down at the bulge.