I have a feeling he’s feeling the same things I am.
Possessiveness.
Before she can say the words, the shit-eating grin on her face gives it away. “I’m wearing them tonight.”
My eyes lock on Callum and I see the jealous rage peek its ugly head out for a second. “Of course you are.”
Knox claps. “Should I wear my boxers?”
“Honey, you can wear whatever you want. Everyone will be looking at her. Though some ladies may watch you, too.” She bites her bottom lip and I see Everlee’s eyes flicker for a moment.
Good. At least when she goes through with this- because why wouldn’t she? She’s our little exhibitionist coming out of her shell- she’ll at least know how we feel. I guess it would ruin the business deal if one of us killed someone, though. So there’s that.
It will have to be a game time decision.
Callum’s eyes meet mine and we both nod in silent agreement before I catch Emmett’s. “This is going to be fun,” he mumbles under his breath.
He’s a lover, not a fighter. But I have a feeling if push came to shove with Everlee, he’d use his knife skills for a completely different reason.
Sammie directs us to a parking spot labeled VIP, and informs us it changes monthly. It’s an incentive for members and randomly drawn every month. When we climb out of the car, Sammie loops her arm around Everlee’s and walks with her. Everlee is not a short girl, but standing beside Sammie, who is also wearing six-inch-high stilettos, she looks so tiny.
“Can you keep it together?” Callum whispers.
“Can you?” I retort.
He shakes his head. “I think there will be a lot to discuss tonight.”
“Hopefully not while we’re sitting in a jail cell.”
EVERLEE – SMUT BOOKS COME TO LIFE
Wewalkthroughtheset of aged-oak double doors with large black knockers. Burned into the wood is a symbol I’ve never seen before, but it reminds me of a secret cult or something forbidden.
“After you all,” Sammie says, waving her arm out.
The room is dark, and loud music pulses from the other side of the interior door, but it’s like a slow beat with a lot of bass and high-pitched sounds. Almost like if electronic dance music was played with a didgeridoo, then slowed down. It’s weird, but oddly satisfying. It makes me want to just move my body around in slow motion like I have no bones.
Did I accidentally ingest some drugs? I hold my hands out in front of me, staring at them.
Nope.
“We play the music at a level that reacts with your brain to provide a sense of calm and easiness.”
“You can do that? Well, I guess you can because it’s working. Wow.” I turn to look at my guys who are watching me. They don’t seem happy.
Not mad, but not happy.
Worried?
“Do you have your cards?” the woman behind the desk asks.
All the guys present a card and she scans them in. I should have known they had cards. They used to own the place, but still the idea makes me feel weird. Jealous?
“She’s my special guest tonight,” Sammie says, then asks, “Unless you want your own card?”
“She’s fine, for now,” Callum chimes.
Sammie ignores him and waits for my response, and that simple thing sends a pulse of electricity through me.
