Oh friggin' hell. Nine thousand? In interest? On top of ten? Crap.
"What do you say?" Liam tucked his chin in, staring down at me.
I froze. "You want sugar?" I had a feeling he wasn't asking for the thing I liked to put in my coffee.
He nodded slowly.
My mouth had to be gaping wide. It had to. "I don'tthink so," I whispered, still not moving.
Play opossum, Ris! Play opossum!
Liam smiled grand. Okay, it was too late to play dead. The movement madehim appear even more good-looking than before. "You do," he chuckled, coming even closer to my face. "Nine instead of ten, doll face."
I don't know why I inhaled, but I did and he smelled like a musky cologne. It was pretty nice but all it succeeded in doing was making me feel abitdizzy. My emotions and fears were all over the place.
"He doesn't give a shit about us." I swallowed, keeping an eye on his ever descending lips.
Holy cow, his mouth was literally a few millimeters from mine.Don't do something stupid, Iris! Don't do it!
Liam chuckled again, sounding deeper. "Whatever you say," he whispered... right before he kissed me.
~ * ~ *
I wanted to kick my own ass.
Getting behind the wheel of my Focus with my lips still tingling from their visit with Liam's mouth, and what seemed like a ten pound weight settled nicely in my belly, I felt sick. Like I'd done something horribly wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.
It also didn't help that I knew I'd been a complete idiot walking into that strip club. Such an idiot—
The wailing ring of my cell phone snapped me out of the mental ass-kicking I was giving myself. Pure, sickening dread lined my belly. Because I knew, I knewsomehowthat I wasn't going to want to answer the call. Don't tell me how I knew, I just did.
And when I picked my phone out of my purse—the one I'd left in the backseat of my car when I'd gone inside—the screen flashed the name ofpossiblythe only man I dreaded speaking to occasionally.
Dex.
Shoot me now.
I sucked in a breath and let out the exhale as soon as I hit the button to answer. "Hello?" My voice might have been a little more squeaky than I wouldhave liked.
"Where the fuck are you?"
Oh boy.
"Ahh..."
Dex didn't even wait a second to bark out, "Where thehellyou at, Ritz?"
"I'm driving back to Pins," I croaked, hitting the mute button while I turned the ignition and put the car into reverse so he wouldn't hear anything that would give me away.
"By yourself?" he asked in a slow, careful voice that did nothing to ease my anxiety.
"Yeah." I wasn't going to lie to him about that.
The pause it took for him to respond made me steel my spine for whatever was going to spill out of his mouth. "Iris," he said in a low, low voice. "Meet me at Mayhem." His tone was way too controlled. Crap!
"I should get back to Pins, I've been gone awhile."
I could hear him breathing over the phone. "No. See me at Mayhem."
