A metallic taste fills my mouth. “No means no, you asshole.”
Jed glares up at me. “You were withthem. Why them and not me?” He laughs, shaking his head. “You’re just like the rest of them, wanting to play at being their little slut. Is that how you like it? You like being a whore?” He sneers at me.
My brows crinkle.
What does that mean?
“Raven!” someone bellows from inside my house.
Was that…
Easily finding my keys this time, I fish them out of my purse, unlock the deadbolt, and rush inside. Resting my back against the door, I click the deadbolt back in place and calm myself down, but my hands shake uncontrollably as adrenaline rushes through my body.
“Raven?” Footsteps bounce off the stairs, and my boss, or one of them, appears at the bottom.
“Griffin? What are you doing here? Where’s Noah?”
“In bed. Was that you screaming outside? What happened to your lip?”
“That was hardly a scream,” I scoff, pushing off the door and crossing my arms to hide the quiver in my hands. I ignore his question about my lip. It’s still numb so I’m sure it’s split.
“What was going on out there?”
I take a few steps forward. “Nothing,” I lie.
Griffin marches toward me. With each step, the muscles in his legs flex. I finally notice the fact that he’s not in his usual get-up; instead, he’s wearing gray sweatpants and a white tank top. A flutter moves through my stomach, and I suddenly feel overheated.
Hot damn. Can you say, “eye candy?”
Scratching at the lock on the front door has me spinning around in alarm. But before I can scurry over and hold the door closed, the bolt unlocks and Knox steps inside.
My lips twist in a muddled frown. “Knox? How did you just?—”
“I texted him,” Griffin interjects.
“But he just?—”
Knox sounds out of breath. “Everything okay? You texted me ‘911,’ so I rushed over.”
Double hot damn.
I finally take in Knox’s wet hair dripping all over his shoulders. He’s wearing an outfit almost identical to Griffin’s. This many men in sweatpants cannot be good for my health.
“Raven was screaming outside,” Griffin explains.
Knox turns to me. “Why were you screaming? And what happened here?” His hand grips my chin lightly, tapping the cut with his thumb.
That fluttering from earlier ramps up, and I feel my core tighten. They’re my bosses. I don’t know why that’s not sinking in. My brain gets it, but my damn pussy hasn’t gotten the memo.
Ignoring the pull I have to them, I fake annoyance. “Oh hell. For the last time, I wasn’t screaming.”
“Sounded like screaming to me,” Griffin mumbles, then frowns. “Didn’t you hear it?”
Knox points to his head. “I was in the shower. But back to the original question.” He looks at me again. “Why were you screaming?”
They’re like dogs after a bone.
Throwing my hands up, I stomp past them. “I’m not doing this.”
