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take it you’re here alone.”
    He’d not seen anyone hanging around Rose, and Wes hadn’t mentioned any particular date for the bartender, which suited Brent just fine. He reached into his pocket.
    “I have one of these,” he said, sliding the key on the table so that it nudged Rose’s fingers. “Be there in fifteen minutes,” he instructed, pressing the key into her palm before reaching down and biting on her bottom lip.
    Rose gasped and stared dazedly for a second or two, her fingers curling around the key. Brent knew that no matter how new to the scene this girl was, she’d worked there long enough to know what the rooms were for. Brent pulled back and smiled at her, licking his own lips, the lingering taste of oranges and martini melting on his tongue.
    He turned his back on Rose and walked off, trying to play it as cool as he knew how to. Brent couldn’t let her know just how much that playful nip had affected him. For the love of God, it was a good thing he was wearing the tightest pair of boxers, or he’d be completely obvious to everyone that crossed his path.
     

Chapter 4
     
     
    Brent knew Rose had not done as told the moment he tossed his own keys on the small table by the door. The lock clicked not two minutes after that, and Brent grinned to himself.
    “Someone was impatient” he thought out loud. “Perfect.”
    Rose closed the door behind her back, her hands fumbling a little with the lock. She smiled nervously, putting her key down, too, and smoothed the front of her tank top when she saw Brent staring at her.
    “Hi,” she whispered as she took a step forward and looked around, trying to play it cool. “So what did you have in mind?”
    Rose was blushing up to the roots of her hair, and for some unknown reason, the sight was enough to have Brent’s mouth run completely dry. He let his grin stretch across his lips, stepping forward and crowding Rose against the wall.
    “Oh, I’ll show you,” he whispered gruffly, running his beard-stubbled jaw across the smooth line of Rose’s neck, arms bracketing his head.
    The breath caught in Rose’s throat, bobbing with each swallow. She smelled like jasmine and vanilla, and Brent couldn’t resist nipping lightly at her neck.
    “Oh.”
    Rose swallowed, her hands resting lightly on the curve of Brent’s biceps, a butterfly soft touch that spoke of a certain kind of uncertainty Brent had never encountered before. A crazy thought went through his head, and he had to bite his tongue to try and not let his excitement show at the mere idea. Could this chick possibly be…
    He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of Rose’s waistband and tugged Rose away from the door, leading her deeper into the room.
    “Gonna mess you up. You all right with that?”
    A blink of fear was quickly suppressed as eagerness flashed bright in Rose’s green eyes.
    “If you think you can.”
    Brent smirked. He didn’t expect the witty comeback, and it stirred a spark in his stomach.
    “Darlin’, you ain’t gonna be able to walk out of here on your own legs by the time we’re through.”
    Rose barely suppressed a moan as her pupils went wide and black. “Yeah?”
    Brent nipped again at Rose’s neck and whispered back, low and sinful, “Yeah.”
    He let his hips roll leisurely against Rose’s crotch, letting her feel just how hard he was.
    “And you’ll be feeling so good, so very good; you’ll think you’re dying.”
    Rose’s eyes fluttered shut, and her hips stuttered up in answer. Brent grinned against her neck and puckered his lips around a spot of skin behind Rose’s ear, suckling on it until the skin turned red and sore. Rose moaned softly under her breath, her pussy now aching and clenching against his thigh.
    “See, you can’t just have it, that’d be too easy,” Brent whispered as he pushed her hair away from her neck, her throat now bared for his pursuit. “You gotta’ work for it. And trust me, darling, I’ll make you work all right.”
    Rose