Deeper (The Deeper Chronicles #1) Read Online Free Page B

name’s Jayson, and you are?” His voice dripped deliciously in her ear, making her think of sweaty nights and sore thighs.
    Throwing caution to the wind and summoning up her old self, she never stopped her sinful movements. “It’s Avi, and I’m yours for tonight.” She smiled, brushing her back against his hardening front.
    Butterflies floated in her stomach. She wondered if they were a result of Jayson’s rich chuckle or the Bad Girl Concoction she’d chugged earlier.
     

     
    Noah sunk backward, enjoying his drink.
    About a minute or so later, he heard the clearing of a throat. Opening up his black eyes, Zach hovered a few feet away. His fidgeting was aggravating. Noah motioned the nervous young man forward.
    Zach bent near Noah’s left ear. “She’s downstairs, boss.”

W here the fuck is that little she-devil?
    Zach pointed toward the dance floor, addressing his employer’s unvoiced question. “Under the ball.”
    Clear as day, she danced way too close with someone who might soon leave the club with a limp. He blew out a breath. She knew better than this, yet she still tested the limits set up for her protection.
    A restraining hand on Noah’s arm paused him mid-stride. “Boss?”
    Noah’s eyes widened at Zach’s hand. Immediately, the younger man’s hand fell away, and he wisely stepped back. Even in the dim light, Noah saw embarrassment tinge Zach’s face.
    “I, um. Excuse me, Mr. Adams, but I can’t let you go over there,” Zach said, swallowing the fear his boss evoked.
    “Let me?” Noah pointed at himself and straightened to his impressive six feet and five inches. “And who’ll stop me?”
    “I’m just saying...” Zach wished he had alerted security on their way down.
    Taking a step toward his employee, Noah responded through gritted teeth, “This is my club, and she’s my responsibility.” He stalked off, weaving through sweaty bodies.
    A woman with her arms up and eyes closed distracted Noah. Her body moved sensuously against a man he knew of as Poindexter. His quick scan revealed he wasn’t the only one caught in the woman’s web of seduction.
    Her curvaceous frame was tempting, but he was on a mission. Noah looked to his left, groaning when he saw the reason he had left a good drink upstairs. Her slender arms were draped around a random man’s shoulders, whose hands were where they had no business resting. He stalked toward the woman who needed rescuing.
    Thank fuck her unc—
    The she-devil’s dance partner’s hands got frisky, choosing that moment to cop a feel of her ass, interrupting Noah’s thoughts.
    “You’ll want to let go,” Noah whispered in the ear of the man, who clearly had a death wish.
    Said dead man didn’t lift his head, choosing instead to dismiss Noah as if there hadn’t been a word uttered. The corpse continued to dance, holding the young woman tighter against his drunken body.
    The man had to be drunk. Only someone completely intoxicated would be stupid enough to display this level of disrespect. Noah tapped the man’s shoulder with more force.
    “Fuck off.”
    Noah circled the man whose lifespan dwindled with each ignored warning. His movements drew the eye of the sometimes sane and reasonable woman in the idiot’s arms.
    Her eyes widened in shock when she spied Noah’s determined stance.
    “Sofie, let’s go,” he said, using his head to show her where she should walk.
    “Noah.” Sofie’s lips quivered with indecision. She attempted to move out of her partner’s embrace.
    “Baby, where you going?” The fool’s words slurred and his hold tightened.
    Noah folded his arms over his well-toned chest and stood with his feet spread apart, giving Sofie a final opportunity to deal with the man, who was certainly wearing out his welcome.
    I’m about two seconds from fucking up her boy’s face and her damn night if she doesn’t step the hell away.
    As if she were privy to Noah’s thoughts, Sofie said out loud, “Please, this isn’t