For me, it’s not surprising. From our first encounter, I figured I couldn’t trust her further than I can spit. No one chooses to move to a town like Willow Ridge and fall off the face of the earth so no one can find them, unless they’ve got a good reason.
I was expecting her to have gone one step further and killed the guy in the end, but it seems like she just disappeared into the night.
“She’s upset,” Cal repeats. “Should we go after her?”
“She might want space,” Micah says.
They both look to me like I’m a damn oracle, and I sigh. Holy hell, it’s like dealing with two kids who have no idea what they’re doing.
“Go talk to her. Come back and find me if you need me to explain how to tie your shoelaces or wipe your asses, too.”
I’m being an asshole and I know it, but they don’t seem to even hear me. They’re too busy bolting out the room like their asses are on fire.
“How about you?” I ask Iri. He’s not moved from his spot and is perusing one of Sin’s pages of notes while scribbling annotations of his own.
He raises an eyebrow. “Me?”
“Shouldn’t you be going after her, too?”
Honestly, it’s sometimes like talking to a bunch of aliens who have never encountered a woman before.
“I already knew everything she told us.” He looks at me like I’m the confused idiot here. “You think I spent close to a year searching for Saint Madison and didn’t pick up on her tricks? These gigs are going to be exactly what we need with Sin’s influence. Why do you think Iwanted her so bad?”
“Uh, because you’re an obsessive demon who latched onto finding her and wouldn’t let it go?”
They’re probably words I should think but not speak, but I’ve never been any good at holding my tongue. Especially when one of my best friends is being an idiot. I reach over and flick his forehead, hoping maybe that’ll rattle something loose.
“Are you still pissy about what she did to you in the elevator? You can’t hold a grudge forever and you also can’t tell me it doesn’t feel right having her here,” he says.
He’s said as much before and once again, it makes me want to smack my head against the wall.
“Have you told her that? Or maybe had a conversation with her that’s not about work or the gig?” I ask.
“No. Should I have?” My point seems to be slowly sinking in. Iri’s eyes widen as he shifts forward in his seat. “You’re the one who always does the talking.”
I scoff. “Sure. When I’m getting some faceless groupie back to our hotel room to fuck.”
Iri and I have a routine. I charm them and fuck them, and if they’re into it, Iri watches too. He feeds off all of our collective lust and we all end the night satisfied.
“But this is different,” I tell him. “I’m not going to try to charm Sin for you.”
Partly because I’m scared she’d bite something off in the process.
Maybe Iamstill salty about our encounter in the elevator. But I’ve never been so fucking thoroughly dismissed like that. And then she went and messed with my brain.
Iri grunts, sounding way more like Cal than himself. “Yeah, sure.”
Was I attracted to her when I first caught sight of those big doe eyes looking up at me in the elevator? Sure.
Do I think she has a nice ass that’s just the right size and shape for me to grip? Again, yes.
But that’s just lust shit. I have zero issues filling my bed and indulging in sweaty, mindless fun.
Did I get confusingly hard from having her create those little badges for my mom’s shelter in a ridiculously short time? Yes. It gave me a chubby. And then having her throw them in my face made my dick fully hard.
But that means nothing.
“Does she know you’re secretly obsessed with her yet?” I ask Iri.
