Wolfe snagged them out of the air and snapped them on Dana’s wrists before she could blink. They were fur lined and well sized, but felt restrictive nonetheless. “We’ve already reached an agreement,” he murmured.

“Well. In that case, have fun.” Trentington moved to leave.

“Charles was being pushy again,” Wolfe said quietly. “It’s time you kicked him out.”

Trentington sighed and turned toward the dance floor. “Thanks.”

Dana looked down at the pink cuffs. She kind of felt like Wonder Woman. “Why did you—”

“They show ownership,” Wolfe said, clipping the cuffs easily together.

Her abdomen rolled, and her head snapped back. “Excuse me?” She tugged hard, but they wouldn’t separate, effectively binding her wrists together. She eyed his shin. With her heels, she could do some damage.

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. It slid over her skin, burning her from within. “Right now, you’re playing a sub, no doubt for a story. But I’m playing a dom, and if you kick me, I’ll toss your ass over that bar and beat it.”

His words slid right through her to pulse between her legs. For Pete’s sake. That scenario was not sexy. But the idea of Wolfe’s hand anywhere near her butt sent her already sensitive body into hyperdrive. Oh, she’d handle him later. For now, she had work to do. She leaned closer. He’d said “playing.” “Are you on a job?” she whispered.

“Yes.” He glanced around. “Who’s Albert Nelson?”

“My story,” she said, looking again. “I scared him off last week, but I know he’s a member of Captive, so I came here to ask him questions.” Maybe to scare him into answering. At this point, she didn’t care. Finding out who’d killed her friend was all that mattered. “Your job?”

“Confidential. You know a guy named Clarke Wellson?”

“No, but I could do a background check later,” she murmured. They’d helped each other on cases before.

Wolfe glanced down at her, his gaze warming. “You look incredible.”

“Thank you.” It was nice he’d noticed, although the outfit wasn’t really her style. She was more a jeans-and-flannel type of girl. She shuffled uneasily in her heels. That way he had of switching topics had thrown her ever since they’d met. “Okay. I’m going to mingle and ask questions. You?”

He smiled, the sight daunting. “I just cuffed you. No dom would allow a sub to mingle.”

Allow? Oh, heck no. She blinked. “Then uncuff me.”

“No. Last time you didn’t have backup, you nearly died.” He crossed his arms, somehow scouting the entire room while also watching her.

Her back teeth gritted together. “You’re not in charge here, Wolfe.”

“The cuffs say otherwise,” he said, angling his head to take in the dance floor.