Temporary Bliss (Bliss #1)(9)
Author: B.J. Harvey

As I’d looked around the rapidly crowded room, I wasn’t sure that I’d find one in the club that night either. I was bringing my drink away from my alcohol-warmed lips when I spotted a pair of blue eyes staring at me, like they were looking straight through me. I trembled under his gaze and stood there, unable to look away. I suddenly felt the need to look down from him, like a silent submission to his will, so I did. When I looked up again a moment later, he was gone.

Kate had seen my reaction, and was staring at me, mouth wide open in shock. “WHAT was THAT?” she exclaimed.

Shaking my head out of the haze that was Sean Miller, I looked down at my firecracker of a best friend. “I honestly don’t have a f**king clue, but I need to find out,” I replied breathlessly.

“I’ll say, whoa! That was some hard out sexual tension right there, and you haven’t even met! Imagine the heat if you got to know him,” she said excitedly, bouncing on her toes beside me.

“Settle, petal, it’ll never happen. It was just a moment, that’s all,” I say, taking one last look around the room for the mystery man again, but to no avail. “Let’s get some more shots.” I hooked my arm in hers and led Katie back towards the bar.

“Barman, four more shots of 1800, please!” I had to shout into his ear as he leaned over the bar. I remember he looked behind me and nodded in acknowledgement before pouring out the shots and passing us the salt and lemon wedges. I grabbed a twenty out of my purse, but he waved me off. “It’s on the house, babe.” and off he went to serve some other drunken patron.

“What was that all about?” Kate asked.

“I’m not too sure to be honest. Maybe he thinks we’re cute, or he’s thinking we need to get drunk,” I said before leaning into Kate in a full on giggle fit. Kate started laughing too but stopped suddenly, shoving me with her shoulder to get my attention. When I looked back up at her, she was staring at something over my shoulder. I slowly turned around, the room spinning with me as I went, and I saw him.

Mr. Dark and Dangerous.

Mr. Blue Eyes From Across The Room himself. He was dressed in all black; a tailored black pinstripe open-collar shirt, complete with two platinum cuff links at the wrist, black lined slacks that clung to his body like a stripper’s thong would cling to a dollar bill, and freshly-polished black dress shoes. He was definitely Mr. Dom.

Dark and dangerous.

Delicious and domineering.

“Hi,” I managed to get out, my throat tightening up at the sight of him. Even his presence consumed me.

“Hello,” he said. “Enjoying the club, I see.” He had the most amazing smile. It was disarming, thrilling, and spine-tingling, all at the same time.

I was speechless. My ability to speak anything decipherable at that moment was dead and gone. Thankfully, Kate came to my rescue. “Yeah, it’s fantastic. Definitely living up to all the hype, that’s for sure,” she replied cheerfully, leaning forward to shake Mr. Dom’s hand. “I’m Kate, by the way, and this is Mac, or Makenna.” She tilted her head in my direction, snapping me out of my dazzled haze.

“Makenna,” he said in a very deep commanding voice. “I’m Sean Miller. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Holy shit! I could be in a dark room, blindfolded and bound, and climax from his voice alone. You know exactly what I’m talking about. He had a presence; a confidence that was unmatched by any of the other men around him. It was like my body was a homing beacon, and he was my destination.

After staring at each other for a good few minutes, Kate cleared her throat. “I’m going to the ladies. You wanna come too, Mac?” When I looked at her, she arched her eyebrows and tilted her head away from Mr Dom and towards the bathrooms.

“Oh, yeah. Sure, Kate. Nice to meet you, Sir… I mean, Sean,” I say, stumbling through the words. I hadn’t missed the widening of his eyes when I accidentally called him sir. I’ve read enough BDSM romance novels to know what to call a Dom, and this man is definitely as alpha male dominant as you can get.

“I’ll be waiting right here for you, Makenna,” he said smoothly as Kate pulled my arm. As I walked past him, I picked up a hint of the most alluring cologne known to man. It was strong; potent, yet not overpowering, full of suggestion, of desire. I remember my legs almost buckled underneath me as I was suddenly cast under the spell that was Sean.

When we returned from the ladies, there was an equally good looking man standing beside Sean who only had eyes for Kate. She giggled, he smiled, and Kate was done for. She left half an hour later with Ryan. I soon got a text from her.

Kate: I’m going back to Ryan’s. Do you want me to call you a cab, or are you going to be okay?

Mac: What about your 3 date rule? Lol. I’ll be fine. have fun;)

I remember thinking at the time that Kate really needed to get laid, and I was having a grand ol’ time chatting with Sean.

a.k.a. Mr. Dom.

Before too long, he was pulling me to my feet, and taking my mouth hard and fast like he owned me, right there at the bar. Soon after that, we were walking up the stairs towards the second floor, and the VIP rooms with the closed doors that had been calling me all night. That was the night, Sean Miller introduced me to a world of domination, submission, and the earth-shattering orgasms that could be had under his hands and other body parts.

Sean, much the same as Noah, has no problem with my ‘no strings attached’ policy. In fact, he supports it whole heartedly. He’s a corporate attorney who travels a lot for work and doesn’t have the time, propensity, or inclination to partake in a serious monogamous relationship. In fact, Sean and I only see each other when he’s in town, and I have a submissive itch that only he can scratch. It’s almost like the perfect relationship.

Now Zander…

Well, he’s a whole other story. Zander is a male stripper who I met at my friend Sophie’s bachelorette party six months ago. I’d dragged Kate along with me, and low and behold, about an hour into the night a hot piece of ass dressed up in a police uniform knocks at the door. I just happened to be the one who opened the door, and no word of a lie, I swear I stood there for a good minute with my mouth agape, drooling at the fine specimen of a man standing before me.

“Excuse me, miss, I’ve been called to a domestic disturbance at this address. Is there a Miss Sophie Newhart living here?” he asked in a very serious, demanding tone, looking down at a small black notebook. He looked very genuine and foreboding.