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daggers at him. He wanted to laugh. “Jen, my friend Robert here needs a ride home. Could you please take him?” Aidn didn’t wait for an answer, knowing full well that Robert would have no trouble getting a ride with someone else if the girl wouldn’t take him. He steered Bailey through the crowd, hating the spectacle he’d just made, but reasoned with himself that it couldn’t be helped.
    Lust and anger warred within. Now, if he could only figure out why he was angry. The lust he understood, but the anger? The jealousy? Those words and emotions were not in his vocabulary when it came to women. Until Bailey.
    “I…I need my shirt,” Bailey said as they descended the stairs to the first floor. At the landing, Aidn backed her against the wall off to the side.
    His voice was low in her ear. “Not until we get outside. You were happy enough to take it off upstairs, you can be happy enough to walk through the club without it. And, keep your arms lowered because it’s a little late for modesty. I’d strip the bra off you, too, and make you walk completely topless if it weren’t club policy that you have something covering your sweet, delicious nipples. Not that anyone would stop or question me.”
    “This is ridiculous, Aidn,” she hissed.
    “Ridiculous? Really?” His grip on her tightened. “Maybe I should make you crawl behind me. There’s a vendor selling leads here tonight.”
    Bailey tried to free herself, but he only squeezed his fingers into her arm harder. Damn woman.
    “Don’t. Don’t say things like that anymore. You don’t want me, so why not just let me go?” She yanked at her arm one more time and he finally released her. “See, that wasn’t so hard.”
    He wanted to spank her for the petulant tone in her voice. Shit. He wanted to spank her because he wanted to feel the heat coming off her ass as she was bent over his knee. “Don’t want you? Don’t want you? My God, you couldn’t be more wrong. The scene we just left upstairs told everyone in here in no uncertain terms that I want you, that I claim you as mine.”
    “You were very quick to point it out in your office that we were better off this way…that way.” She sighed. They were both so flustered, so needy, and he’d give anything to be able to take her right here, right now just to knock the edge off until they could get someplace more private. “In your office, you said so. Please. Let me go.”
    Aidn shook his head and took her hand, pulling her behind him across the crowded dance floor. He could feel the stares more than see them. Most people knew his face, knew that he didn’t leave the club with women, especially half-naked ones. Perhaps it was time to change some things, change some perceptions.
    Her steps never faltered and she kept up. At the door, he stopped and turned around. His eyes were drawn to her chest as she took deep, rapid breaths. He wanted her tits out. Soon, he promised himself. Very, very soon.
    Holding her shirt out to her, he told her to put it on and fasten it only in the middle. Her mouth opened and closed, and even though nothing came out, there were questions in her eyes. He resisted the urge to smirk.
    “You are taking me home, right?” she asked, following him out of the building. They stopped at the sidewalk and waited to cross the street.
    “Yes, I’m taking you home.” He took her arm again and hurried her to the parking lot. Glancing around and seeing no one, fairly certain that no one could see them, he pressed her up against the side of his Jeep.
    “Wh—”
    “Hush.” He unhooked her shirt and stripped it from her, then reached around and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground. “Here. You can put it on, but don’t fasten it.” He held out the shirt and she took it, putting it on again. “You’ll sit like this the whole way. I want your tits bared to anyone that we pass on the road.”
    “You can’t be serious!” Bailey tried to pull the garment closed, but his