“I’m just fucking with you, Al.” He steps back as a chuckle shakes through him. I watch him through narrowed eyes. I can’t believe he just called me Al. What an ass. “You want to risk your neck and be our inside guy, great. Doesn’t hurt us in the least. Doesn’t make us trust you either.” He bites the inside of his cheek as he seems to mull it over. My arms cross as I wait for his decision. “Sounds like it’d be nothing but a gain for us, and probably a pretty big loss for you. So sure, be our inside guy. Get us all the deets.”
Deets.
Could he be any more of a douche canoe?
He’s just trying to make it clear to me that he still thinks like an assassin. I can’t just pretend to be on their side. I’ll have to prove it.
“You really think you have the authority to be hiring inside guys?” Just to prove I’m the bigger dick, I add in one last snarky comment in my most belittling voice. “Maybe you should check with Tylin first.” I cock my head at him. He and I both know he’s not in charge here. Nothing puts a man back in his place like reminding him of that.
“I don’t have a boss, sweetheart. We’re a team. A really good fucking team.” A single stalking step brings him right back into my personal space. His body brushes all over mine. Hard muscle skims against my chest, distracting me slightly. Thank god his personality is shit or he’d be a real issue for me right now. “Welcome to the team, Lex.”
He seems to be the sweeter one. He isn’t harsh and dominating like Tylin. When he isn’t proving himself, he’s actually sort of nice in a weird way. Assassins aren’t known for their kindness. But somehow Jameson seems less intimidating than the other two.
A smile like sex and sin tilts his lips. It’s as if he’s drilling terrible and dirty thoughts all through my mind with just a simple look.
And here we stand; him staring down on me, my hands clutched tightly at my sides, our bodies fitting a little too perfectly together.
Why does he feel so good?
Jameson Ryne is more of a threat than I anticipated.
Just not in the way I originally thought.
Seven
A Father Figure
I refuseto back down from the showdown that we have going on. Returning his sexy smile with one of my own, I push as much sass into it as possible.
“Well then,teammate, looks like I have a job to do.”
“Get to it then.” His blue eyes bore into mine. Reaching a hand up to the fitted leather jacket I’m wearing, I unzip it slowly and grin in victory when his eyes flick downward to the swell of my breasts that are now on display. The black bustier top I have on cups the girls brilliantly.
I win.
Strutting past him, I head across the room and pull the door open to the bathroom.
“Does this job you speak of include the toilet? Because you really should shut the door. I don’t think we’re at that stage of our relationship yet, babe.” His arms cross over his chest while he flaps his annoyingly sexy mouth; speaking, but saying nothing of importance.
I roll my eyes, but it’s my own reflection I stare into. Wide blue eyes stare back at me. I run my fingers through the long brown locks working to untangle them. Pulling my hair on top of my head, I secure it into a high ponytail and then turn on the tap. The chill of the water is refreshing as it meets my face. Letting it drip back into the basin, I brace my hands on the ugly, white porcelain edge of the sink. Every inch of this place is covered in dirt and dust.
I’m going back. I am going to walk through the doors of the house that serves as home, training facility, and the headquarters of the Lifeless League. I am a fucking idiot.
Good pep talk.
I dry off and head back into the warehouse, moving toward the same window that gave me entry. The longer I stay away from Armond, the more suspicious my behavior will appear. While I was careful to keep my distance from him, I didn’t ignore him purposefully.
Damage control. Step one.
Pulling myself up, I slip through the opening, happy to finally be breathing fresh air again. The odor of decomposing bodies is not one I will get used to—no matter my profession. I’m going to have to bathe for a week to get the stench out of my hair.
“You don’t stay in one place too long, do you?”
“Thank you for your babysitting services, but they’re no longer required.” I clench my hands into fists, debating on giving in to the urge to punch him in his obnoxiously beautiful face. I am going to deck him if he keeps following me.
An evil smirk tilts my lips. Or I could just keep quiet and let him follow me right back to Armond. I bet I’d get some answers then. Or everyone would be dead. Either way.
Blissfully, he keeps quiet as I make my way back to the Lifeless League. Just before I reach the building his arm snakes around my stomach, hauling me back into his body. His other hand lands possessively on my hip, anchoring my back to his front. I try to ignore how the curves of my ass fits deliciously against the long outline of him.
