Sloane had changed from the sundress she had on earlier into a form-fitting cocktail dress that left nothing to the imagination. Normally I would appreciate both the dress and especially the woman wearing it. But of all nights for her to go out of her norm and wear something revealing was a night Lorenzo Kelly was attending a soiree, his second since I’d been a member. And just like the first time, I didn’t like the vibe he gave off or the vibe of the club. The atmosphere changed when he entered a room and it fucking sucked that the first night back at a party after coming to an agreement with Sloane I couldn’t hang back in the main room. I had no choice but to make my way in and out of the viewing rooms. And it seriously fucking sucked when Sloane caught sight of me sitting next to the stage watching two women eating—that was eating each other while a man in a mask pounded into one from behind. Not my scene. Not something I wanted to watch most especially up close and personal. But Lorenzo was watching, and not like the others in the room who were obviously getting off on the show. His hand was on his crotch, which was not unusual to witness a man openly adjusting himself, but Lorenzo did it with a glint in his sick-fuck eyes that worried me.

So I was stuck in the room watching after catching Sloane’s wounded glare when all I wanted to do was go to her and explain. And I didn’t blame her. If the tables were turned, I would’ve been hurt and pissed that last night she had my tongue in her mouth while she came for me and the next night she was watching a live sex show.

The situation was getting more fucked-up by the minute. And I couldn’t stop thinking about what Cole said. Love was out of the question; I barely knew her. But that didn’t mean I didn’t understand that in a different time and place it could lead to that.

“Unbuckle me, Sherry.” I heard the command come from the man sitting to my left.

Fucking hell.

I needed a new job.

One that did not include sitting next to a man getting a blowjob.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Lorenzo sliding out of the room.

Thank fuck!

I gave it a few minutes but I was done when the man next to me started groaning. As quietly as I could I stood from my chair, and keeping my gaze averted, exited the room.

As soon as I did my blood pressure went through the roof. Before I could think better of it, I was stalking across the room. Sloane’s head turned, her eyes went wide, and her shoulders snapped back. The momentary relief I saw on her beautiful face skated straight to fury.

The woman could be as pissed as she wanted to be but there was no way in fuck I was standing back watching Lorenzo Fucking Kelly lick his lips while his filthy goddamn eyes were glued to her tits.