As far as I know, all the house staff are women. He was the only man—besides Ethan—who lived with Lilly.
It’s sick as fuck. Just imagining that bastard with his filthy hands on her is more than I can handle.
“Did you ever feel like someone touched you?”
“Not that I remember,” she says, turning in her seat to look at me. “Amos, it’s okay. Nothing ever happened.”
“It’s not normal to feel unsafe in your own family’s house, Lilly.”
“You said it yourself—my family’s house. That was nevermyhome.”
“I’m going to get to the bottom of this.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t talk about it. But I don’t want you going back there.”
“That’s impossible. As much as I want to stay away, there are times I have no choice. Like the annual charity gala my mom hosts, for example.”
“We’ll talk about that later. That’s a one-time event. I’m talking about visits. I don’t want you going back there until I’ve had time to think about everything you just told me.”
Until I rip that bastard’s life apart, is what I really mean.
“Okay. I don’t have a reason to visit her anytime soon. Now, can we stop talking about this? I asked you out. This is the first time I’m doing something grown-up with a man. I want to have fun—nothing else.”
Chapter 22
“Aren’t you going to dance?” I ask as we step into the club’s lounge.
Of course Amos didn’t want to stay downstairs with the rest of the guests. Sometimes I forget that he and Ethan are best friends—and that doesn’t happen for no reason. The two of them are a lot alike. My brother hates crowds too.
“No. I came here to be your bodyguard.”
I roll my eyes and try not to smile, but it’s hard. Even with that bad-boy scowl, Amos is way too handsome and charming.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to have fun, Lilly? Then dance for me.” His words sound harsh because he’s harsh, but I melt anyway.
“I thought you were going to scold me about my phone dying. One of your guys looked a little crazy when I got in last night.”
“Oh, we’re definitely going to talk about that at some point.” Despite what he says, his eyes don’t look even remotely concerned about the phone incident.
Amos looks at me like I’m something he wants to devour.
And here’s the truth: I’mdyingto be devoured.
I silently pray for Martina’s fearless spirit to possess me, but it doesn’t work. So I just close my eyes and let the music take over.
I step away and head to a smaller dance floor, still within the VIP section, but I don’t go far.
When I glance back at him, Amos is sitting on a tall stool beside a table, arms crossed over his broad chest. He looks absolutely focused on me.
I shiver from excitement, but also from embarrassment, trying to convince myself I’m not making a fool of myself. He did say he’s attracted to me.
Come on, Lilly. Dance for him. This might be your only shot.
I look around, trying to see how the other girls are dancing, but when I turn back to face him, I know exactly what I want to do.
I close my eyes and let the rhythm guide me, pretending he’s right here with me. Without even realizing, my hands begin to move over my hips and stomach.
