I cast him a sinister grin. “If I’m going to be evil, it won’t be here.”
“No?” Suddenly, Jester’s lips are a breath away from mine. “Where’s it going to be?”
It takes all my willpower not to haul his sexy ass back to his house for another epic round of fantastic sex.
“The desk wasn’t such a bad place.”
“Now, now, Fizzle.” Jester tsks. “Not fair. I’m working.”
Sorry, but I snort-laugh at his absurdity. “Who the hell taught me how to play dirty?”
“This is true,” he concedes. “Nasty, but true, because now I have a raging hard-on, and it’s your fault.”
“Poor baby.” I reach between our bodies to cup his dick.Mydick. Hey, he said it, not me. He’s mine. I’m just owning it. Happily, I might add. “We’ll remedy your situation when we get home.”
His exhale is dramatic as he slides his eyes closed. When he reopens them, they’re filled with enough heat to burn us both. “Fuck yeah, we will. But first, I need to get serious.”
He plucks my hand off his crotch. Kisses each finger before taking my hand in his. He guides me down the short, dimly lit hallway that opens to an upscale bar. With its red-and-black color scheme, Devil’s Den is modern and edgy. A sharp contrast to the bubblegum-colored tourist attractions the red-light district is famous for.
Jester escorts me to the long bar dominating the back wall. The current afternoon crowd is impressive, but I’m sure this is nothing compared to the crowd it draws during peak hours. From what I hear, the bouncers turn people away before midnight because of capacity issues.
A bartender rushes over to Jester as if by some magnetic pull. Can’t say I blame her when I seem to suffer the same infuriating affliction. “Hey, Jester.”
He slaps his palms on the bar and flashes his mega-watt smile. “Don’t you look pretty today, Mia.” He turns to me. “Wasn’t I just telling you how Shotgun hires the prettiest staff in all of Mayhem?”
No, you fucking weren’t. “You sure were.”
I don’t do any of the possessive girlfriend bullshit like wrap my arms around him or give the lady a dirty look. Instead, I stand there and smile at her. Jester is a flirt. Always was. It’s ingrained in his personality. He always complimented everyone, and at first, it drove me bonkers, but after a while, I realized he was being nice… in his way.
He may be a raging asshole at times, but the man has manners for days.
Also, he’s working. In Unholy mode, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to embarrass him—or myself—by acting like a jealous shrew.
Which I’m not.
Mia, who is indeed gorgeous, blushes right to the roots of her perfectly bleached hair. She swats him on the hand. “Stop it now, before I snatch you up and keep you all to myself.”
Jester throws an arm around my shoulders and yanks me against him. “Impossible, Mia. I’m taken. Remember how I mentioned my girl, Faith? Well, this is her. She’s finally come home and put me out of my misery.”
Whoa. What?
My brain feels like it spins inside my skull. Jester spoke of me. To Devil’s Den’s stunning bartender. This information takes a second to set in, and when it does, I worm myself out from beneath his arm and gape at him. “Jester.”
That’s about all I can push out past my shock. All other words are stuck in my throat.
“Fizzle,” he says back, amusement etched all over his face. “Told you I missed you.”
The smug bastard has the audacity to smirk at me.
“You’reFaith?” Mia’s exclamation shakes me out of my stupor. “TheFaith?”
I nod. “Um. Yes?”
Why did I answer her in the form of a question?
I have no idea.
Oh, God, I’m talking to myself.
