When You Were Mine (Adams Sisters) Read Online Free Page A

in and laughed.  “The closest set of restrooms is down past the first bar.”
    “Roger that.” Ryan slapped him on the shoulder.  “I’ll catch up with you later.”
    “You got it.”
    Ryan turned and dropped his smile as he navigated through a throng of dancing people.  The Blue Diamond, heavy on stylish design, was a sizable nightclub, and incorporated three distinct areas into one nighttime destination. The first section was a smoke-free, Asian-inspired lounge with a full bar and an elevated DJ station.  Next was the dance floor, Jam, a technological whirlwind of twenty-five flat-screen televisions and explosive colors powered by a kinetic lightning system. 
    The last section was a lush courtyard, which provided an opportunity for an open-air stroll in a Japanese-style garden surrounded by a giant frog pond lined with wooden benches.
    However, life in the fast lane no longer impressed Ryan.  He’d seen too many people get caught up with the drinking, the women and the drugs.  Sure, once upon a time he was footloose and fancy-free, but that was a synonym for being young and stupid.
    “Hey, baby.  Wanna dance?”
    Ryan stalled at the feel of a woman’s hand pressed against his arm.  He glanced down at the young girl with too much makeup and was certain she was a few years shy of the club’s requirement age of twenty-one.
    “I don’t think so.”  Ryan said, and then watched the young lady’s gaze drag over him.  Undoubtedly, the lady’s mental calculator tallied in his expensive clothes and tasteful grade of bling.
    “Are you sure?”  She inched closer, pursing her lips into a perfect pout.  “I know how to show you a good time.”
    He flashed a sly smile.  “How old are you?” 
    “Why?  Do you want to being my daddy?”
    He glanced at his watch.  “You better get home.  I think it’s way past your curfew.” 
    The girl rolled her eyes.  “Asshole.”
    “So everyone keeps telling me.”  Ryan turned.  At the bar, he extinguished his cigar and plowed ahead.  Despite a crowd milling outside the restroom doors, Ryan was relieved to see only one patron inside checking out his reflection in the mirror.   
    “What’s up?” the short Italian asked in a thick accent. 
    “Nothin’.  Just chillin’,” Ryan responded, injecting the right amount of street cred into his voice before heading over to a fancy stone waterfall that functioned as a urinal.
    “This place is crawling with hot ladies.”  The Italian popped his collar.  “It’s impossible for a brother not to score in this place.”
    Ryan snickered and held back from pointing out the truth to the man was not a brother.  Instead, he finished his business, zipped up, and headed over to the sinks.
    The Italian finished obsessing over his hair and gave himself a wink in the mirror.  “I’m going in.”  He turned for the door.
    “You get ‘em, tiger,” Ryan chuckled, squirting soap into his hand.  As he washed up, he practiced his pitch to Zach.  “Be firm, be direct, and don’t let Miramax talk you into doing some silly romantic comedy in Italy.”
    Ryan drew a deep breath and stared at his reflection.  With any luck, he could make this deal and be home and in bed by midnight.
    Tap.  Tap.
    What is that?   He glanced around and frowned. 
    Tap.  Tap.
    Ryan’s gaze zoomed toward a high bathroom window above one of the stalls.  Suddenly it opened and a pair of silver stilettos emerged.  Stunned yet amused, Ryan folded his arms to watch.  At the sight of long, toned, pecan-colored legs, Ryan’s blood stirred.
    “Damn it.  I’m stuck.”  The woman grunted, and then wiggled her rump to try to squeeze through.
    “And I thought I’d seen everything.”  Chuckling, Ryan headed toward the pair of gorgeous legs and refrained from touching them to see if they were as soft as they look; but something else soon caught his attention and he smiled.  “Need help?”
    The woman stopped