Free Unmasking Charlotte (a Taboo Love series) by Andria Large, M.D. Saperstein Page B

take care of her,” I say quietly.
    Relief flashes in his eyes. “Are you sure, Cal?”
    I nod. “I got her, no problem. Go take care of business,” I assure him.
    He gives me a sharp nod then says into his phone, “Tell them that I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” before hanging up.
    Parker goes to Charlotte, whispers something to her, gives her a kiss on the cheek then comes to stand in front of me. “I owe ya one, buddy,” he says.
    “It’s not a big deal,” I dismiss him, clapping him on the shoulder.
    “I’ll give you a call later to see how you made out,” Parker says gratefully.
    “Alright, man.”
    Parker leaves me to take care of the drunken Charlotte. She’s wearing a pretty floral print poufy short skirt and a baby pink shirt, tucked in, that matches the flowers of her skirt. She has on light tan ankle boots to go with her modernized 50s pinup girl ensemble. Her hair is a mess, though, and she has black streaks of makeup running down her cheeks. I quietly shut the door, closing us into the small room. Charlotte doesn’t even look my way as she takes a swig from the tequila bottle. She hisses as the liquid goes down. I go over to her and take the bottle out of her hand, setting it on the table next to the bed. She doesn’t even fight me, that’s how far gone she is.
    “Come on, Pinky, let me take you home,” I murmur softly, taking her hands and pulling her to her feet.
    She staggers forward, falling against my chest. She hums as her hands roam up to my shoulders. “So many muscles,” she slurs. “I like muscles.”
    I bite back a laugh and slip her mask back on. I pull mine back down over my eyes before I wrap my arm around her waist. I guide her to the door and help her down the steps. The club is already packed and the music is bumpin’. Tonight is Latin night. I like to do Latin night once a month and bring in a DJ. My regulars love it.
    We get to the bottom of the steps without her falling, thankfully. One song ends and Smooth by Carlos Santana featuring Rob Thomas starts up. Charlotte immediately perks up and heads toward the dance floor. I follow closely, praying she doesn’t fall. I don’t know what she’s doing, but I feel the need to stay close to her to make sure nothing happens to her. She finds a fairly empty spot and starts dancing by herself.
    I’m standing there like a fool watching this woman - who I am seriously in lust with - dancing super sexy all by herself. Her hips are swaying, her eyes are closed, and her arms are moving fluidly with the music. She’s feeling the music and dancing as if she doesn’t have a care in the world, and she is the only person in the room. But, damn, why does she have to be so seductively sexy while doing it? I tug the front of my shirt down in hopes that it covers the bulge growing in my pants.
    She then shocks the hell out of me when her bright blue eyes flip open and she crooks her finger at me, wanting me to join her. I shake my head. That is not a good idea. Well, she doesn’t accept that answer; she grabs my hand and pulls me into her. My arms instinctively go around her tiny little waist and my thigh somehow ends up between hers. Her fingers lock together at the back of my neck and soon we are swaying and grinding together to the sexy Latin music.
    After a couple of songs of her grinding her body against mine, I just can’t take it anymore. My body is on fire and my cock is so hard that it’s bordering on the side of painful. I have to get her out of here. I grab her hand and drag her out of the club. Once outside, I yank off my mask and suck in a lungful of the cool night air. It does little to help my scorched skin. I lead Charlotte to my customized 2013 Range Rover and try to get her settled into the passenger seat. I bought these two and half tons of pure sexy a few months ago when I went to a car auction with Nick. I was really just going with him to find something safe for Little Bit, but when I saw my baby all jacked