“I hate todisappoint, but you haven’t earned that right yet,” he said.
A warm shiverranup my spine.
Sebastiankneeled down and pulled the key out of his pocket. In a flash, the cuffs were off my ankles. He moved to my thighs. The second they were released from their restraints, I crossed my legs so tightly I could have crushed a walnut between them.
Sebastian laughed, his eyes fixed on my newly crossed legs. After a moment,he jerked his attention towards the living room, andtossed the restraints towards the black sofa.
“Playtime’s over. Is there anything you need, or any pain I should know about?”He ran a finger along my wrist, and for some reason, my body didn’t seem ready for whatever the hell this was to end.
“I’m fine,” I said, and immediately regretted admitting that.
I jerked my hand away from him and attempted to jerk my mind away from thoughts of wanting to continue this.Despite the fact that I no longer was completely immobilized, I suddenly felt tenser than I had earlier. God this whole thing was messing with my brain, I seriously should not allow this to happen again.
“Anything I should know for next time?” he asked.
“There won’t be a next time,” I growled.
He smirked, and I was sorely tempted to wipe that cocky look off his face. Before I could come up with a reply, he nodded at the cosmo glass sitting in front of me.
“Try the drink,” he said.
“How do I know it’s not poisoned?”
He rolled his eyes and stared up at the doubleheightceiling for a few moments. “Do you really think I would poison you after all I went through to get you here?”
I raised an eyebrow.“You take a sip then.”
Sebastiansighed and grabbed the drink in front of me. He took a small sip, and his lip curled up in disgust.
“I don’t know how you drink this shit,” he said.
He sat the drink down in front of me and immediately reached for his tumbler of whiskey. He took a long drink, and his face returned to neutral.
Itentativelypicked up my drink and took a sip. A mix of orange sweetness and tart cranberry greeted me. I set the drink back down. Surprisingly good. Although I’d neveradmit it.
Sebastian sat down at the opposite end of the 8 foot long table. He took another swig of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving my face. I took another sip of my drink. Okay, it wasn’t just good. It was a really great drink.
“What happens now?” I asked.
He mockingly raised his whiskey glass towards me. “I thought we were having drinks.”
I couldn’t keep back the eyeroll. Fine, I’d take a different tactic.“Why am I here?”
“Why do you think you’re here?” he asked, leaning back into his chair. Could he just answer my question without asking another question?
“Just answer the fucking question,” I growled.
Hisjaw tightenedas he stared down at the table for a moment.
“Yesterday, when we were at my family’s house, you asked me for my help. I didn’t agree withhow,” his jaw twitchedwhen he said the word, “my brother handled the situation. But then you aimed a gun at me right in the middle of my family’s headquarters.Hadyou lostyour fucking mind?”
“First off, Iinitiallyaimed it at Luca,not you. Second, I didn’t ask you foryour help. Iaskedyou to pay an appropriate fee for my valuable information,” I said.
Heopenedhis mouth, but I pointedly threw my index finger up to silence him. Surprisingly, he didn’t interrupt me.
“I would have been insanenotto pull a gun onLuca after the shit he tried,” I said.
Sebastianshook his head before speaking,“You should’ve given me the gun when I asked you to. You’re fucking lucky you even survived.”
