Good.
I take one step closer, slow, deliberate, letting the chain scrape along the bedpost like a dare.
“You looking for something, Oaks?”I ask.
“Just, uh… just checking.”He rubs the back of his neck.“Royal usually don’t leave you alone this long.”
Now that gets my attention.
“Is that worry I hear?”I tease.
“No.”Too fast.“No.I ain’t worried about you.I’m worried about him.”
He steps farther inside without meaning to, just enough that the door swings more open.I can see the tension in his shoulders, the twitch in his jaw.Oaks likes his secrets.Likes other people’s secrets more.
And he likes temptation best of all.
“Worried about him and Joey.”
My brows lift.“Joey?Joey Donut?”
He nods, eyes glued to my thighs like he can’t help himself.“She’s been sniffin’ around him again.”
Interesting.I remember seeing her with him before.She’s dyed her pink hair blonde.
Oaks steps closer.Too close.His eyes flick to my mouth.To the chain.
“Tell me something,” he says quietly.“Has he touched you?”
The question hangs heavy between us.
Not jealous.
Not concerned.
Curious.Like he’s collecting intel he shouldn’t be asking for.
I tilt my head.“Why do you care?”
“I don’t,” he lies.“But if he has… it’s gonna cause trouble.”
I smirk.“You saying Royal can’t control himself?”
“I’m sayin’ nobody can control you,” he mutters.
And that’s when I know I have him.
Men like Oaks are predictable, weak to shame, weaker to boredom, and absolutely defenseless against a pretty girl locked where she shouldn’t be.
I lean one shoulder against the wall, letting the shirt slip off one side.My voice drops.
“Tell me something, Oaks… How badly do you want to be the hero who gets me out of here?”
His breath stutters.“Becki…”
“What would you trade for the favor?”I ask, biting my lip, letting my gaze drag down his chiseled chest.“Open the door a little wider… loosen the chain… maybe forget you ever saw me.”
He hesitates.
