Out of the Darkness (Untwisted #2) Read Free Page B

from David Halton a few hours ago. In fact when I’d got the call from my old associate saying there was a submissive in the club looking for a new partner I’d actually stood straight up and headed immediately for a shower.
    Pathetic . I made a low noise of disgust in the back of my throat. I should just turn the car around and go home, I didn’t need a submissive at the moment, and I sure as hell didn’t want David having a reason to be all smug around me and thinking that I owed him a favour.
    Even as this last thought left my brain, I still found myself climbing from my car. What the hell was wrong with me? I wondered idly, as I locked my BMW, straightened my navy suit jacket and headed across the tarmac to the club’s back entrance. Did I just need to get laid perhaps? It had been a while since I’d had sex after all. Or maybe it was just curiosity, David had said the woman was a stunner but seemed innocent too, a combination that had instantly appealed to me. Nodding decisively I headed towards the back door of the club. Yes, that was probably it, I’d see her to ease my curiosity and then return to my well-ordered life. I could always call one of the many women in my address book for a quick fuck midweek to clear my mind if need be.
    As if sensing my arrival I was practically knocked backwards by the overzealous welcome of David Halton. This guy was such an over the top dick. His beefy arms wrapped around me as if we were best fucking buddies and I suddenly found myself surrounded by his unwelcome smell which was predominantly tobacco, but with an underlying odour of stale mint and sweat mixed in. Jesus, he had no clue about the etiquette of personal space. Or personal hygiene for that matter.
    Grimacing over his shoulder, I managed to disengage him from my body, and then stepped away and brushed my hands down my jacket to smooth it. Loosening off my neck, I counted down from five in my head to calm myself and then attempted a small tight smile.
    Now at a safe distance, I looked over at my old friend who was chattering away at me, although being a sleazy womaniser David Halton wasn’t really a friend of mine as such, more of an acquaintance. An acquaintance that I always seemed to end up wanting to punch after a few minutes spent together, because as well as some serious issues with being way too tactile for a straight guy, he also never knew when to shut the hell up.
    After knowing him for as long as I had, David really should know two key things about me by now: Firstly, I don’t do physical contact with someone unless I plan on fucking them, and secondly, I’m a quiet guy, I like my silence and can’t tolerate incessant babble for the sake of it.
    In truth, I’d known David Halton since the day I’d stumbled into Club Twist as a confused teenager hoping that the people inside would be able to reassure me that the fact that I liked to control every aspect of my life, women included, wasn’t an abnormal trait. Yeah, obsessive-compulsive disorder doesn’t even go half way to describing my issues. To be honest, David’s immediate acceptance of me back then was the only thing that had stopped me hitting the arrogant arsehole over the years that had since passed.
    My dislike of David was mostly due to the man’s insatiable promiscuity and complete disregard for his lovers. I was no hearts and flowers man, but the women I slept with were always clearly told up front what to expect with me – sex, and sex only, nothing more. David on the other hand would promise, lie, and cajole his way into a woman’s knickers and not feel an ounce of guilt the following morning when he walked out their door promising to call when he so clearly never would.
    I might not like the guy, but right now, I couldn’t help but feel a grudging thankfulness towards him as my eyes settled on the woman that David was now pointing out to me across the bar.
    ‘So I figured no one I know is more “no strings attached” than you,