Katie Allen by Private Dicks (html)

Author:Private Dicks (html) [Dicks, Private]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-11-20T08:46:26+00:00

Chapter Six

Trevor was leaning a shoulder against the brick wall. Although he had his expressionless bouncer face on, his boredom was obvious. After a quick glance around to confirm that no one was watching, Rhodes snuck up behind him and squeezed a handful of tight ass cheek.

Cursing, Trevor jumped a foot and swung around, his shock turning to exasperated amusement when he saw Rhodes.

“Asshole,” he muttered, obviously fighting a smile.

“Probably,” Rhodes agreed, leaning against the wall next to the bouncer, just an inch too far into his personal space. “Bored?”

“Out of my skull,” Trevor agreed, rolling his eyes. “I hate Sunday nights. You going in?” When Rhodes nodded, Trevor asked, “Mind starting a fight? Breaking it up will give me something to do.”

Rhodes gave a short laugh. “I’m meeting Ness, so I probably will end up knocking him on his ass.”

Sobering abruptly, Trevor let his fingers brush against Rhodes’. “Be careful, huh?” He looked across the street, giving Rhodes his profile.

Catching the other man’s hand in the barest of squeezes, Rhodes released Trevor and headed for the club entrance. “Always,” he threw back over his shoulder.

The club was almost empty. The few patrons at the bar made a depressing contrast to the wild mob of the previous night. The music was low and the fluorescent light given off by the overheads was sucked up by the black walls, making the cavernous space both too bright and too dim at the same time.

Blinking, Rhodes allowed his eyes to adjust before walking toward the bar. Before he could reach it, Ness slid off the stool he had been occupying and intercepted him.

“Mr…Rhodes, is it?” Ness asked, politely enough. He had his corporate image going tonight—conservative suit, no chest exposed and a fraction of the hair product he’d worn the night before. Rhodes shook the other man’s hand, fighting the urge to wipe his hand on his pants after. No matter how well the guy cleaned up, there was still something sleazy about him.

Hiding his revulsion, Rhodes just nodded. “Mr. Ness.”

“Why don’t we talk in my office?” Ness suggested, leading the way through the same hallway Rhodes had been in the night before with Trevor. Ness opened a door and gestured for Rhodes to precede him into the room.

It looked like a standard office—oversized, modern-looking desk, piloted by a leather chair. Ness touched the back of one of the smaller visitors’ chairs before taking a seat behind the desk.

“Please sit down,” Ness told him.

Despite the normalcy of the office and Ness’ perfectly polite manner, Rhodes felt prickly and claustrophobic, every instinct he possessed telling him to run. Instead, he gritted his teeth and sat down.

“Thank you,” he managed, although a smile was beyond him. “I didn’t expect you to meet with me so soon—you’re a busy man.”

Ness had no problem smiling, although his eyes didn’t match his lips. “I’m always happy to make the time for someone who shares my…business interests.”

“Yeah.” Rhodes’ hand wanted to reach for his hip, toward the phantom gun that he used to carry holstered on his duty belt.

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