Oh crap. “I’m just here to ease my way in.” She tried for a flirtatious smile, but her lips refused to curve. “In fact, I was looking for my friend Albert Nelson. Any chance you know him?”

Charles slid closer to her, his pupils dilated. What was he on? “No. But I could make you forget him.” He took her hand again, and she tried to pull back, but he just smiled. “How about we go check out some of the rooms? I could show you around.”

“No, thanks.” She forced her smile in place as panic began to rise.

“Come on—” Charles began.

“She said no.” Charles’s hand was instantly removed from hers, and he was tossed toward the dance floor, barely catching his balance before he collided with two people slow dancing.

Dana gulped, tasting tequila on her lips as she looked up, knowing the voice very well. “Wolfe.” Only training kept her from blanching at the raw fury in his sapphire blue eyes.

He leaned in, his full lips near her ear. “What the hell are you doing here?”

She shivered and dug deep for her own anger. Then she pressed her hands to her hips. “What are you doing here?” she snapped back.

His gaze swept from her revealing top, down to her toes, and back up to her blazing face. “Subs don’t use that tone, baby. One who does ends up over a knee. Quickly.”

Oh, he did not. She glared. “I am not a sub,” she whispered.

“You’re dressed like one.” His dark T-shirt tightened across his muscled chest as he leaned closer again. His buzz cut had grown out to curl a bit beneath his ears, giving him a wild look.

“There weren’t many options,” she hissed.

“Wolfe.” A man also dressed in leather, his brown hair slicked back, moved up beside Wolfe. He was about forty with tattoos down one arm. “I see you found a friend. Finally going to play?”

Wolfe didn’t look away from Dana, his gaze morphing from furious to calm in a second. How in the world did he control himself like that? “I’m normally not a public player, as you know.”

What the hell did that mean? Dana began to ask, but Wolfe subtly shook his head.

The man held out a hand. “In that case, I’m Master Trentington. How about I show you around tonight?”

“That’s kind of you.” Dana shook his hand, her lip trembling annoyingly. “But I was actually looking for a friend named Albert Nelson. Do you know him?”

Trentington reluctantly released her. “I do, but he’s not here tonight. I’d love to play your guide in his stead.”

“No,” Wolfe answered before she could, angling his body closer to her and almost between them. He glanced over his shoulder at Jennie. “Spare cuffs?”

Jennie grinned, reached under the bar, and tossed over a pair of bright pink wrist cuffs.