“I think,” my words are clipped and loud and make all four of them tense from the sound of my tone, “you and I both know I’m not on my period, Mason.” I can’t believe I was going to blow him an hour ago. He’ll be lucky if I don’t break his hand the next time he tries to touch me.
Not his right hand though, because… really, he has a god given talent with those fingers. And who am I to hold a grudge against someone so gifted?
“What does that mean?” Rory chews slowly as his eyes bore into Mason from across the table.
I sit back a little more comfortably now. I’m just pleased I’m no longer the star of their little shit show.
“Yes, Mase, what does that mean?” I blink wide and innocent eyes. His head tilts slowly and he pins me with a smirk that tingles all through me. It’s like a reminder of how he touched me. I shift against the countertop. My cocky smile is no longer in place.
Yes, I think I’ll definitely have to forgive him at some point.
But today is not that day.
“You look hungry.” Mason doesn’t acknowledge Rory’s question at all. He stands. Only one bite has been taken from the fluffy Italian sub and he brings his plate right to me. His fingers graze my thigh as he sits the food down, the plate clattering lightly against the countertop. “You can have my food.”
He only holds my gaze for a second before walking toward the door.
“You don’t have to give me your food, Mouse,” I call after him.
The smile he passes me from over his shoulder sends reckless tingling energy down my body. His palm pushes against the white door that leads to the hall.
“I guess you’ll have to owe me one.” His humming voice drills right through my core. The sensuous sound of it settles within me and I can’t stop myself from smiling.
He’s still not forgiven.
Not yet anyway.
I hop down from my bird’s eye view. Without looking at their curious gazes, I pick up the plate ofmyfood, and take the empty seat between Jameson and Tylin.
Yes, I fit nicely here. I like this seat. This will be my seat now.
“Did you two fuck?” Jameson is the only one willing to make small talk with me.
Unfortunately, his topic of discussion is blunt and less than amusing.
“No, we didn’t fuck.” The soft bread meets my lips. The flavors of mayo, cheeses and meat make me want to devour the small meal like an animal.
I don’t. I chew slowly, savoring every single bite. It isn’t like the food I have at home. It’s fresh and prepared with perfection. Not at all like the dumpster diving trash I’m used to.
“Did you guys—” Jameson’s question is surely about my sex life and I almost thank Tylin personally when he interrupts.
“We have a task for you.”
He’s set aside his sandwich, but I continue to eat. I lick my lower lip and give him my fullest attention while I take another savory bite.
“Did your boss tell you there’s a special event coming up?” He cocks a brow at me when I take another intentional bite. “All the highest-ranking assassins will be there. Tell me, did he invite you?”
Tylin’s cold gaze seeps into me with a chilling sensation that I feel right down to the bones. A nagging feeling twists my stomach and I finally put the food down and pretend to be an adult for a moment.
I wasn’t invited. Because I’m going to be disposed of ...
“How do you know about the event?” I watch him closely. The muscles of his forearms flex as his palms turn. It’s a casual gesture. As if to say it’s not a big deal, but he and I both know it’s a big fucking deal.
“It’s my job to know.”
“While you and Mouse were out painting each other’s nails and becoming BFF’s, we’ve been busy.” Rory pushes his chair out, letting it scape harshly against the tile floor before taking his plate to the sink. He doesn’t say another kind word to me as he exits the room on stalking steps.
“In two weeks, you’ll be in attendance of this event. We’re not sure of the details yet. For now, you’ll make note of what’s said and what’s done and then you’ll bring those notes here. To me.” The sharp angles of his face keep my attention. He’s all hard lines and serious features. He’s attractive in a dangerous way.
