Mr. Right Now: Vol. 4: The After Party That Never Ends Read Online Free

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    Kam hadn’t realized, but his eyes were magnetized to the cleavage spilling from her dress. She was fucking hot beyond words, and he finds himself shocked because he’s never looked at Birdy in this light. She has always appeared to be a plain redhead to him.
    “I fucking said quit looking at her.” Dax steps in front of Birdy, shielding her from view.
    Cole begins laughing hysterically. “Well, you shouldn’t have let her play dress-up.”
    Birdy peeks around Kam’s bicep and grins. “Dax, quit being so uptight. You made me promise to…”
    Dax is quick to cover her mouth with his opposite hand before she divulges details, and Cole and Kam roar with laughter. Who would have ever thought a simple woman would have Dax Sterling all wound up?
    “No worries, Dax. You know redheads have never been my thing,” Kam says as he steps off the elevator.
    “Thank fuck,” Dax replies.
    The group of Sterlings head to the parking garage and load up in the SUV. On the ride over, Kam studies his phone and has to fight his psyche to not text or try calling her one more time before his night begins. Once he walks into Made To Sin, he’ll transform into a businessman, schmoozing and pleasing the customers.
    Hell, he’s been known to strip on top of the table for a bridal party a time or two just to gain more business. And truth be told, he is an attention whore, so that didn’t hurt either. Kam’s always been the brother stepping up and pushing the PR to new limits for Made To Sin, and tonight when he steps out of the SUV in front of the hopping club, his blood courses through his veins. For the first time since moving to the West Coast, he feels like himself.
    “God, feels good to be home.”
    His brothers chuckle at his comment and follow behind him. Kam leaves his aviators on as he enters the club. He’s shocked by the sheer number of people in the club on a Thursday night at six p.m. There will be a mile long line by nine for sure. The adrenaline pumping through him now excites him, and he finds the bar right away, ordering his normal three shots and a beer. He instructs the lead bartender on shift that night to always make sure his beer is filled.
    He doesn’t feel bad for putting added pressure on the man; the Sterlings pay a higher wage than any other bar around. A tiny blonde waitress rests at the bar next to him. Kam studies her from head to toe.
    “Looking good.” He cranes his neck to see her name badge. “Kimmy.”
    “Thanks, Mr. Sterling.”
    He straightens her tank top and adjusts the strap on her shoulder. “It’s Kam to you.”
    “Thanks, Kam.” She picks up the tray of drinks the bartender places in front of her and takes off.
    The little flirting session with her makes him feel on top of the world.
    “No employees.” Cole sits on the barstool next to him.
    “No fucking shit. Just praising a girl for a job well done.”
    Kam knows it’s the golden rule and would never dare to break it. He can only imagine the can of worms it would open. Tapping a waitress, and then the next night moving on to someone in the penthouse. The waitress gets jealous, slapping sexual harassment charges on the club. The possibilities are endless, and the men already have been branded as sexy playboys in the media. They don’t need any charges to taint their image. Hell, it’s the image Kam has worked hard to build.
    Kam rolls around, rests his back on the bar, and watches the patrons dance and drink, most of them huddled in booths conversing. He spots a table of giggling women and watches them for a bit to makes sure it’s a girls’ night out kind of thing. After several minutes he decides to move in. As soon as he arrives at the table, all heads turn toward him, and he knows he has these women under his thumb. He snags a lone chair from the table next to them, twirls it around backward, and straddles it.
    He makes sure to sink down nice and slow on the seat, letting his forearms relax on the back of the