Free Tearing Down Walls (Love Under Construction Series Book 2) by Deanndra Hall

room like a panther. Laura’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to his ass, and it looked especially fine under those leathers, not to mention the more-than-obvious bulge in the front of them. The room started to get spotty, and Laura realized she’d been holding her breath. What the fuck? was all she could get to run through her mind.
    “Well! Guess by the look on your face that you approve of our newest service Dom!” Steve said as he walked up to the bar. Even in the dim lighting, Steve could see Laura’s face turn three shades of red.
    “Cabrizzi? Are you kidding?” she asked, incredulous. “You can’t be serious!”
    “Look at him, Laura. Tell me you don’t want that,” Steve grinned.
    “No. I don’t.” Do I?
    “Liar. Have a fun evening. I’ll check on you in a bit.” Steve walked away and left Laura to stew.
    “Hey, can I get a diet soda?” Vic asked as he leaned back against the bar. Laura hadn’t seen him come up, and she jumped about a foot. “Damn, woman, I just want a drink. I’m not gonna slap you or anything. Calm down,” he said, not even cracking a smile.
    “Don’t you want your usual beer?” she asked, surprised that he’d asked for a soft drink.
    “Nope. Against the rules.”
    “Whose rules?” Laura asked.
    “Mine.” She sat the drink in front of him and he picked up the glass. She couldn’t help but notice how elegant his hands were, long, strong fingers with just the lightest dusting of dark hair across them. Looking at them made her feel odd. “Can’t drink alcohol and keep my wits about me with a sub.”
    “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” Laura asked, her mouth hanging open.
    The new Vic Cabrizzi looked into her eyes and asked, “And what would make you think I’m not?” The low growl in his voice made her insides quiver, and she had to look away. “That’s exactly what I thought.” He finished the drink and smacked the glass onto the bar, then walked away. What the hell?, Laura thought. She looked down at her hands – they were visibly shaking.
    Several of the unattached women in the club spent most of the evening talking to Vic, but most of them wanted to be collared by a Dom – right that minute. And Vic was not interested in that at all. They could flirt all they wanted, but it got them nowhere. He made it clear: He was a service Dom, and he’d be glad to fulfill their needs, but that was it.
    “Oh my god! He’s so gorgeous!” one woman was gushing as she and another woman walked up to the bar. “Can I have a Bud Light?” she asked Laura, who pulled it and sat it down in front of her.
    “I’d take him on in a New York minute,” her friend said. “I needed a sign that said ‘slippery when wet’ just standing there talking to him!” Laura wanted to hurl.
    “I want to climb up there and let him spank me good, but he’s so damn big, he’s kinda scary,” the first one said. Hah! Wish he could hear that! , Laura thought.
    But that left her wondering why she wanted him to fail. He’d obviously worked hard to train with Alex. She should be happy for him, that he was more confident and looked better, happier, than she’d ever seen him. Why did seeing him looking and feeling good make her feel so bad? Maybe I’m the bitch that José says I am.
    Laura felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and she pulled it out to see an unfamiliar number on the screen. She’d advertised to try to find a roommate; maybe somebody was responding. When she answered the call, a male voice said something, but the club was too loud. “Hang on just a minute, please. I can’t hear you.” She looked around – no Steve. “Hey, Vic!” she yelled. Vic broke away from a beautiful, bare-breasted brunette and came over to the bar. “Hey, I’ve got a phone call. Can you watch the bar for just a minute?”
    He frowned. “Yeah, but just a minute. Get your ass right on back here.” He’d never talked to her like that before, but she didn’t have time to worry