Dangerous Flirting

~Kai

The next morning I woke up sore in more ways than one, back still aching from Rhea’s little taekwondo demonstration.

I took a quick shower, threw on jeans and a fitted black shirt, and headed straight to campus without even knocking on Rhea’s door. Part of me wanted to see if she was still pissed.

The smarter part knew that if I saw her right now, especially if she was still in that nightgown or anything close I’d end up saying something that would get me thrown on the floor again.

Classes dragged. My mind kept drifting back to last night: the way she’d pinned me, the fire in her eyes, the way her nipples had poked against the wet fabric.

By the time the final lecture ended, I was already half planning how to push her buttons again tonight.

I was packing up my bag when Trent and Amanda cornered me outside the lecture hall.

“Yo, lover boy,” Trent grinned, slapping my shoulder. “You’ve been ghosting the group chat. We’re hitting Club Nexus tonight. VIP section, bottle service, the works. You in?”

Amanda stepped closer, running her fingers down my arm with that familiar flirty smile. “Come on, Kai. You’ve been acting weird lately. Bring that new security chick if you want… or don’t. I miss having you all to myself on the dance floor.”

I hesitated for half a second. Part of me wanted to blow them off and go straight back to the estate to see if I could get under Rhea’s skin again.

But another part, the spoiled, reckless part that still existed thought a night out might be exactly what I needed to clear my head… or make Rhea jealous enough to drop those stupid boundaries.

“Yeah,” I said finally, forcing a grin. “I’m in. Text me the details.”

Trent whooped. Amanda leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek. “Don’t be late, handsome.”

As they walked away, I pulled out my phone and fired off a quick text to Rhea:

“I'm heading to Club Nexus tonight with friends. You’re coming as my bodyguard, right? Or are you still mad about the water accident?”

I hit send, already imagining her reaction, that sharp glare, the way she’d clench her jaw, maybe even that tiny flush she got when she was trying not to want me.

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The VIP room at Club Nexus was pure chaos, lights pulsing, bass thumping so hard it vibrated in my chest, half the crowd dancing like animals while the other half was already half naked and fucking in dark corners.

Trent was sprawled on the leather couch beside me, head thrown back, groaning as Freya knelt between his legs and sucked him off like her life depended on it.

Amanda sat on my other side, her hand lazily stroking my thigh, clearly waiting for me to give her the signal so she could do the same.

I could have let her. It would’ve been easy. But I kept glancing at the entrance, waiting.

Then Rhea walked in. “Holy fuck.”

She looked lethal. Instead of her usual tactical gear, she was wearing a tight black dress that hugged every curve like it was painted on, short enough to show off her long, toned legs, low cut enough that her full breasts were barely contained.

Her ash blonde hair was down in loose waves, lips painted a deep red, and those sharp hazel eyes scanned the room like she was ready to kill anyone who looked at her wrong.

I told her she was coming as my bodyguard. Why the hell did she dress like that?

My mouth went dry. My dick twitched hard in my pants.

A tall guy at the entrance immediately stepped in front of her, grinning like an idiot, leaning in way too close as he said something. From the way he was gesturing and the way Rhea’s posture shifted politely but clearly not interested, I knew exactly where that conversation was heading. He was hitting on her. Hard.

I stood up before I could think. “Kai?” Amanda pouted, her hand sliding higher on my thigh. “Where are you going?”

I didn’t answer. My eyes stayed locked on Rhea as I pushed through the crowd, ignoring Trent’s muffled groan behind me.

By the time I reached the entrance, the guy was leaning even closer, saying something about buying her a drink. Rhea’s jaw was tight, that familiar I’m two seconds from breaking your arm look on her face.

I slid my arm around her waist possessively, pulling her against my side.

“She’s with me,” I said, voice low and edged with warning as I stared the guy down.

The dude blinked, looked between us, then backed off with his hands raised. “My bad, man.”

As soon as he disappeared into the crowd, Rhea turned to me, eyes flashing.

“I told you I was coming as your bodyguard, Kai,” she hissed, voice barely audible over the music. “Not as your date. Why the fuck did you just mark your territory like that?”

I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my hand still firm on her waist.

“Because you walked in here looking like sin wrapped in that dress,” I murmured. “And I’m not about to watch some random asshole try to take what’s mine.”

Rhea’s breath hitched. She tried to pull away, but I held her closer, letting her feel how hard I already was just from seeing her.

“You’re playing a dangerous game tonight, pretty boy,” she warned, but her voice had that breathy edge that told me she wasn’t entirely unaffected.

I smirked against her ear.

“Good. I like it when you threaten me.”

The night had just gotten a lot more interesting. I didn’t let her pull away.

Instead, I slid my hand lower on her waist, fingers splaying possessively over the curve of her hip through the thin black dress.

“Dance with me,” I said, voice low enough that only she could hear it over the pounding music.

Rhea’s eyes narrowed. “I’m working, Kai. Not here to play.”

“Come on,” I murmured, already guiding her backward toward the crowded dance floor. “One dance. You can still scan for threats while I hold you. Consider it… multi tasking.”

She hesitated, jaw tight, but after a second she let out an annoyed breath and allowed me to pull her onto the floor.

The moment we started moving, the bass wrapped around us. I kept one hand firm on her lower back, pressing her body against mine so every sway brought her breasts brushing against my chest.

My other hand stayed on her hip, fingers digging in just enough to feel the heat of her skin through the dress.

Rhea moved with surprising grace, fluid and controlled but her head kept turning sideways, eyes scanning the crowd like the trained bodyguard she was.

She was checking exits, watching faces, looking for anyone who didn’t belong. Meanwhile, I couldn’t stop staring at her tits.

The low neckline of the dress gave me the perfect view every time she moved. The way they rose and fell with her breathing, the faint sheen of sweat already forming in the club heat… it was driving me insane.

“You know,” I leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear as we swayed, “if you keep looking around like that, people are going to think you’re my jealous girlfriend instead of my bodyguard.”

She scoffed, but I felt her breath hitch when I slowly slid my hand from her hip to the small of her back, pulling her even tighter against me.

“Eyes up here, pretty boy,” she muttered, though her body betrayed her by pressing closer for a split second.

I grinned and deliberately let my gaze drop again, lingering on the swell of her breasts. “Can’t help it. This dress is criminal. Every time you breathe, I keep imagining how they’d feel in my hands… how they’d taste if I dragged you into one of those dark corners and…”

Rhea’s hand suddenly gripped the back of my neck, nails digging in just hard enough to sting.

“Finish that sentence and I’ll practice taekwondo on your dick right here on the dance floor,” she warned, voice husky.

Instead of backing off, I chuckled darkly and let my thumb trace slow circles on her lower back, dipping just under the edge of her dress to brush bare skin.

“You say that,” I whispered, lips grazing her ear again, “but your nipples are hard again. I can see them through the fabric. You’re wet for me right now, aren’t you, Rhea?”

She sucked in a sharp breath, her body tensing against mine. Her head turned to scan the crowd again, but this time her cheeks were flushed and her breathing had gone shallow.

“Kai…” she growled, a clear warning.

I just smiled, spinning her slowly so her ass pressed back against me for a moment, letting her feel exactly how hard I was.

“One dance,” I reminded her innocently, even as my hand slid lower, squeezing her ass possessively. “I’m being good.”

Rhea muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “I’m going to kill you,” but she didn’t pull away.

The song changed to something slower and dirtier. I kept her close, flirting with my hands and my words while she tried and failed to stay professional.

This was quickly becoming my favorite kind of danger.