Free The NightMan by T.L. Mitchell

Chapter 1
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Leaving behind its smoldering golden hue of colors, the sun drifted down behind the majestic mountains. The rich tones of yellow, gold and blue painted the sky a picture perfect sunset for the winter month. Deeper into the bluish tones, the moon arose from its rest and illuminated the bare tree limbs with its silvery charm.
    Not far from the small nest of trees a small club, Tiffany’s came alive. Saturday nights were usually the top spot for the unique night club. Despite its location in a secluded area several miles from the nearest town, it remained crowded on the weekends. Two major cities surrounded the small town.
    A blue ‘98 Mustang pulled up in front of the club. The passenger door opened as a leggy blond stepped out of the passenger side. Slowly, she stood to her feet and stepped away from the door. She adjusted the short black mini skirt, giving it a quick tug before she closed the car door behind her. Several strands of her long golden hair fell across her left shoulder when she turned toward the man who stood beside the club’s entrance. She drew in a deep breath, preparing herself for the confrontation. The breath she released a slow and steady breath, and then marched directly up to the powerfully built man. Briefly she forced out what she considered a warm smile, giving the muscular man a good once over with her blue eyes.. Slowly her slender fingers dipped into the top of her low cut red silky shirt and withdrew a plastic ID card.
    The NightMan stood beside the door and waited patiently. A gust of wind stirred the night air, lifting the long length of his black leather coat gently away from his legs. He shifted his stance, his leg muscles tightened, bracing himself while he waited for her to hand him the plastic card.
    His black eyes hungrily roamed over the blond. To him, her scent was obvious. The scent of a virgin, and yet the powerful scent of arousal. He knew, even if she didn’t admit it, she was highly attracted to him.
    The muscles tightened in his broad square jaw when his fingertips touched hers. A cold smile crossed his thin lips. He turned and placed the card into the computerized slot attached to the door, and waited as the light turned from red to green. A small click, followed by a green light flashed and then the door opened.
    The man turned back to her, and held out the card. Once again his eyes roamed over her body, admiring her well-endowed breasts. When her fingers clasped around the card, he couldn’t resist to hold onto it for one more second. He only wished she could remember what he meant to her. His gaze drifted from hers to the elegant gold necklace dangling around her neck. It was marvelously fashioned, a ruby like setting in the center of a gold Gaelic cross. The NightMan knew the cross was a special gift from her father, left in his will and testament, a special gift that protected her from them .
    He thought it would do her good to mind her manners before she entered the club tonight. He fought the urge to laugh as she snatched the card from his hand. It was a good show on her behalf, but he knew better.
    The dark gothic overtones of the music blared when the door opened. The NightMan watched her walk toward the threshold of the door and stop. She turned around quickly to face him. The hot burn of desire swept over him by her sudden action. His body tensed and his senses came alive as he listened to the quick breath she inhaled. He knew she had no idea of the animal instinct she aroused in him.
    “Is he here?” She cut him a quick glance.
    “He’s been waiting for you all night.” He replied with a deep rich throaty tone.
    He could tell by her glare she was more than frustrated, but irritated.
    “Is she here as well?”
    “It would do you good to mind your tongue before you walk through those doors. He’s rather pissed off tonight.”
    “Well he can get over himself. I’m not in the mood,” she snapped.
    “Neither is he,” the