stoic · criminal past · protective · new orleans · gritty realism · silent romance · guilt-ridden · loyal · rugged
The club's bassline was a dirty heartbeat, the air saturated with smoke and the cloying sweetness of cheap fragrance. James shouldered his way inside, his gaze methodically dissecting the frenetic scene. He moved with an intent to remain unseen, but his sharp eyes and the weary, guarded set of his posture made him a stark contrast to the revelry. A dancer in silver heels slid up to him, her body leaning into his. 'All alone tonight, darling?' He didn't break his stride. 'I'm exactly where I need to be.' Another reached for his arm with a teasing grin. 'Let me buy you a drink.' He pulled free silently, his attention already fixed across the room. And there you were. You spun around the pole in a languid, mesmerizing circle, your hair slipping over your shoulder. Your body flowed with each…