by Tessa Bailey
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He nodded. “Let’s go. We’re running late thanks to you. ”
Chapter Eleven
Derek took Ginger’s shawl and handed it to the coat-check attendant, grimacing when the black dress revealed itself once more. It was going to be one bitch of a long night.
The black, silky material displayed every curve and nuance of her body to perfection, exposing just the right amount of cle**age to keep a man watching and begging for her to lean forward a little too far. Her skin glowed against the dark material of the dress, making his hands itch to touch.
How could he have been so close earlier and not tasted her?
An irritated sound drew his attention back to Ginger’s stunning face to reveal those plump lips pressed together in displeasure. “I don’t care if I’m wearing four-inch heels, I will walk home if you’re determined to frown at me all night, Derek. ”
God, she’d just had to remind him of the damn shoes. Each of her legs looked a mile long in them. He wanted to rip off the dress and wrap those legs around his waist.
He needed to get a hold of himself. The fact that she’d still agreed to come with him tonight after his earlier behavior blew his mind. He’d spanked her. Hard. Something he’d wanted to do since that night on the roof, but never dreamed he’d act on. In every one of his fantasies about Ginger, permission was never required, but this hadn’t been a fantasy and he’d acted on impulse. Seeing her walk out in that dress nearly brought him to his knees, but her lack of panties had pushed him hurtling over the edge.
For as long as Derek lived, he would never forget the vision of Ginger bent over his kitchen counter to receive her spanking. She’d been the perfect combination of defiant and vulnerable. He could still hear the slap of his hand against her bare flesh ringing in his head.
Every day, the need within him grew greater, more painful. His actions tonight proved just how little restraint he had left. The fact that she didn’t reprimand him for his actions, and in fact enjoyed if not craved his ministrations, only made him want to push her further.
Even now, as the young coat-check attendant’s eyes roamed over Ginger, Derek had to resist the compulsion to haul her over his shoulder and take her home.
Which certainly wouldn’t earn him any points with the woman in question.
Get your shit together, Tyler.
He composed his features and offered Ginger his arm. “Come on. Let’s see if we can hunt you up some of that cheap red wine you’re so fond of. ”
“Oh no, Lieutenant. Tonight I’m drinking the good stuff. ”
Derek led Ginger through the gilded double doors leading into the banquet hall, and immediately spotted a group of homicide detectives from his station. Wanting to avoid that mess for as long as possible, he steered Ginger in the opposite direction, toward the bar, where he ordered her a glass of wine and a whiskey for himself. Since he’d be driving, he’d only allow himself the one drink. If he was spending the evening with Ginger, he’d damn well need it.
Soft music drifted through the room. Big band combined with the healthy dose of Sinatra required at all political events. One end of the room held a candlelit dining area with thirty-odd tables, a stage, and a podium located toward the front. A currently half-empty dance floor took up the other half of the room. Uniformed servers in black and white rushed through the packed cocktail and dining area offering champagne flutes and hors d’oeuvres to guests.
Derek spotted the mayor and several prominent councilmen rubbing elbows with local law enforcement and shook his head, wondering how many of them were on one another’s payroll. Since making lieutenant two years ago, he’d been approached several times and propositioned about dropping charges for a friend of a friend, or looking the other way when the governor’s son was present at the scene of a crime, but Derek refused to compromise himself to retain his position. Small favors often turned into full-time obligations, and he had no ambitions of being a political lackey.
He looked down at Ginger, who sipped her wine and observed the room through wide eyes. It felt wrong, bringing her to this place where criminals posed as saviors to the city. Although she’d undoubtedly come across her share of unsavory characters in her past, here they posed as something else entirely. Once again, Derek tamped down the need to whisk her home, away from this place. Where he could have her to himself.
“We don’t have to stay all night, you know. An hour should do it. ”
Ginger looked surprised, her wineglass pausing halfway to her lips. “We just got here. ”
Her expression turned unsure, as if worried she might be the reason he wanted to leave. He hurried to clarify. “These events are exhausting. Too much grinning and bullshitting. ”
Her face spread into a slow smile. “Well, you’re in luck, sweetheart. I grin and bullshit for a living. ”
Derek sipped his whiskey. “These aren’t the type of men who frequent Sensation. ”
“Maybe not now, but they all were at one time or another. ” Something over his shoulder caught her attention. “And I’m fairly certain this group of gentlemen headed our way came to see me in Sensation just this week. ”
Inwardly wincing, Derek turned to see Barker, Alvarez, and two other detectives heading in their direction. Taking a step closer to Ginger, he nodded in acknowledgment.
“Lieutenant Tyler,” Alvarez greeted him, raising an approving eyebrow at Ginger. Alvarez had been a detective long before Derek joined the force and tended to get away with more than the other men due to seniority. There’d been a few months of tension when the higher-ups passed him over for the lieutenant position in favor of Derek, but it eventually passed and Derek considered him his best detective.
“Alvarez. ”
He leaned past Derek to address Ginger. “I don’t think we’ve formally met, but I recall you make one hell of a vodka gimlet. ”
She flashed him a blinding smile. “I’m Ginger. Next time, I’ll make you one of my famous mojitos if you promise not to scare off the rest of my customers. ”
The other three men looked uncomfortably at Derek, but Alvarez just laughed. “Just following up on a hot tip that Sensation is where all the cool kids hang out. Besides, I can’t help how someone interprets my looks. ”
“That sounds like typical cop logic. ”
Alvarez tried to get around Derek to continue his conversation with Ginger, but stopped when he saw his lieutenant’s expression. “And I’m interpreting the boss’s look to say back off. ”
If Derek didn’t know for a fact that Alvarez was happily married with two children, he would have passed on the message sooner. However, he didn’t know the marital status of the other three men, nor did he care. Ginger belonged to him.
She nudged him with her elbow, a subtle reminder of her earlier threat to walk home. “Mr. Alvarez, maybe you can tell me what this event is being held for. Derek hasn’t had time to tell me yet. ”
Alvarez sent Derek a look of censure, which he ignored. Pulling Barker forward, Alvarez explained. “This gentleman who hasn’t said two words since we came over here, and I can’t imagine why, is Councilman Barker’s nephew. We’re all here on his uncle’s dime. Normally, Lieutenant Tyler is the only one required to play dress-up and kiss politician ass. Thanks to Barker, we all have to pucker up tonight. ”