Reaching over, I patted his powerful thigh and admired how it flexed under my touch.
“I did offer to seduce you to get inside info. But Clint said it wouldn’t work since I couldn’t do it sober. Also, Exile claimed you’d never fess up your secrets.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Lame,” I replied, balking at how he wasn’t entranced enough by my hot bod to betray his club’s inner workings. “Exile made me think seducing you was pointless.”
“He’s very helpful that way,” Zodiac muttered. “I wonder if he was protecting you or me.”
“Likely me, but he didn’t know about my crush on you. I hid that well.”
“Crush,” he muttered and shook his head. “You aren’t planning to talk through the entire game, are you?”
“I know how to watch sports, dumbass. My dad and uncle got me into football, baseball, and basketball. I got them into soccer and tennis.”
“I don’t want to watch tennis.”
“Well, you have the remote, so you don’t need to worry about watching something you don’t want.”
Zodiac studied me like I was a threat. Despite my hormones, I didn’t take his behavior personally. The guy grew up with a shitty family and foster homes. He didn’t know how to trust people outside his club.
I didn’t know if I had the magic to make him chill out and let me close. But I knew if I didn’t give this thing a shot, we’d always have unfinished business between us.
ZODIAC
I didn’t self-sabotage. When I wanted something, I stayed focused until I claimed the prize. For months, I had wanted this woman to share my interest.
Now, Elle was in my place and talking about riding my dick. She said she had feelings for me. No other man had gotten her riled up like I did. We would forever be linked by the kid growing in her belly. Everything I wanted was right before me.
So why the fuck was I agitated rather than celebrating?
I thought maybe I didn’t like having her in danger. But she was staying the night. I’d keep her safe and escort her back home tomorrow. Problem solved.
Was I bothered by having someone in my space? The only people allowed in here were the weekly maid service and my guys if they needed to crash after a party. I had never brought a woman for sex to my place. Maybe I was hung up on that shit.
Except I’d imagined Elle here plenty of times.Then, what was my problem?
Elle looked sexy as hell in her simple blue T-shirt and black sweatpants. She owned a “girl next door” beauty. I never had a type when it came to women. If someone asked me what my favorite kind of woman was, I’d say the slutty ones. Yet, everything about Elle felt right.
Despite wanting to settle down and enjoy her company, I kept waiting for the trick behind her sudden appearance at my door. Elle’shot and cold behavior didn’t help. I knew she wasn’t any better at relationships than I was, but whenever she turned cold, I prepared to cut her loose.
Right now, she sat next to me on the couch, looking tasty enough to lick. Her gaze focused on the TV. She never seemed bored during the game. I even caught her eye rolling at a few bad pitches.
A knock at the door had Elle on her feet. I tugged her back onto the couch while I went to answer. The guy at the door handed me the almond milk from the store and tortilla chips and spinach dip from our clubhouse’s restaurant downstairs.
“Thank you,” Elle said as she opened the container and smiled at the chips and dip. “I’ve been super into spinach lately.”
When she offered me a chip, I shook my head. Her gaze focused on my face for a long, unblinking moment.
“Are you angry?”
“If I were angry, you’d know it.”
“Are you bored?”
“No.”
What’s your expression mean?”
