She leans forward and makes to grab the half-empty bottle of scotch from the table, but I stop her.
“Nope.” I pull her arm back and bring her close to me. “You’ve had enough for tonight.”
She pouts as she blinks at me. God, even her eye makeup is smudged. How the hell did she manage to dothat?
“One glass,” she slurs, then runs her fingers over her throat. “My throat’s…dry–hiccup–from the singing.”
“Well, drinking more will make you sing more, and I can’t let that happen.”
She shoves at my chest, making my lips twitch. “Rude.” She pokes my shoulder. “Rude.”
I give her a quick kiss, and when that makes her smile, I do it again.
“I’m just saving all our hearings, especially mine. How else will I hear you moaning and screaming my name when I’m fucking you later tonight?”
She glances at my lips, and when I smirk, she brings her face close to mine. Her breath smells sweet, and I fucking lose myself in her when she glances up at me. A big mistake, because I realize too late that she’s doing this as a distraction, and by the time I’ve blinked myself out of it, she’s already moving forward and grabbing that bottle of scotch.
“Dorran, what the fuck?!” Maverick scolds.
Cignette puts the bottle to her lips and starts downing the remainder of the scotch that’s in it. It takes my brain a second to signal my body to fucking move, and when it does, I pull the bottle from her and hand it over to Alex.
“Rude,” she whispers, then hiccups.
I can’t help but chuckle. “You fucking tricked me.”
“You deserved it,okay?” She slumps against me. “I told you: my throat isdry.”
“Let’s keep it that way, then. Unless you want me to order you some water.”
She scrunches up her nose, making me laugh.
The room’s door opens, and the loud techno music playing outside, filters in. I look towards it, and find Eddie making his way to us, looking every bit like Alexander fucking Dreymon, but with dark eyes. It’s uncanny, seriously.
He’s in his early 40s, and everywhere he goes, he instantly holds people’s attention. He’s got that aura about him, I guess, what with owning a place likeIndulgence, and doing the things he does behind the scenes. He’s just as much a twisted motherfucker as the rest of us, but the way he carries himself – it masks who he really is, very well.
“Everything okay here?” he asks, then comes to a stop in front of the group.
“All good; thanks, man,” Jayce says, tipping his glass forward.
Cignette turns and looks at Eddie, then makes a small sound in the back of her throat before getting to her feet. She fails, of course, and Eddie catches her before she can hit the floor, face-first.
Asshole.
“And who areyou?” she says, then stumbles in her attempt at stepping back to give him a once over. “Whoops, excuse my…” She waves a hand in front of her face. “Tardiness.”
When we got toIndulgence, Eddie was in his office, so him and Cignette didn’t exactly have a chance to meet. I was hoping it’d stay that way, though, but I guess not.
Eddie smirks, then let’s his gaze travel over the length ofmyCignette’s body.
Okay, that’senough.
I rise and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her to me.
Eddie notices, of course, because I’m not being fucking subtle about it. He smirks, and I in turn scowl at him.
“Stay in your fucking lane,Edgar,” I warn.
He chuckles, then raises his hands in surrender. “I was just lookin’, man; I didn’t intend to touch. Ortaste.” He winks at me.
