He expected her to back down, drop her gaze to the floor, and possibly blush. He got the opposite. Cleo straightened her shoulders and stared at him.
“That you like getting yourcock suckedat the strip club.”
“Cleo.” He growled. “That’s fucking bullshit.”
“Okay,” she muttered, and started to close the door. “Goodnight.”
Wraith shoved his boot in the door to keep it from closing. “Look at me.”
It took a minute, but she finally met his stare.
“She’s fucking lying.”
“So you don’t like it then?”
“Like what?” he snapped, and Cleo was quick to match his demeanor.
She raised her brows, mockingly. “Getting yourdick sucked, Wraith!”
Fuck.Blow jobs were on his top ten things he liked. It took all his control and restraint when it came to Cleo giving him head. It was different, but he couldn’t explain that to her. He’d obviously hesitated too long, and Cleo lost her patience.
“If I’m not doing it, and the strippers aren’t doing it, then who is?”
Wraith balled his fists. His frustration was growing to an all-time high.Why the fuck are we having this conversation?It put him on the defense with her calling him out.
“You think I’m fucking lying to you?”
She shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
What the fuck?
“You said the motel was closed for renovations. But it’s not. I went down there, and all the girls are gone, and it’s completely shut down with zero construction in sight. I even asked the prospects, and they said the club closed it down a few weeks ago.” She pointed her shaky finger through the door. “You lied to me.”
He did. Keeping her in the dark until they knew more had been a club decision. But it didn’t change the fact that he had looked her in the eye and lied.
“It’s club business.”
That should’ve shut down the discussion. It didn’t.
She widened her eyes. “I work there!”
Wraith dragged his hand over his head. Thankfully, he didn’t have hair, otherwise he’d be yanking it out in pure frustration. “You really want to fight about this?”
“You lied to me. It fractures trust when you do that. If you lied to me about that, then maybe you’re not being honest about where you get your dick sucked.”
Is she trying to piss me off?This was a side of Cleo he hadn’t seen and wasn’t sure how to navigate.
Wraith ground his teeth. “Stop with the cock sucking.”
She raised her brows. “Those girls started it.”
And their asses would be thrown out of the clubhouse, fired from the strip club, and banned from ever stepping foot in there again. But not until he got this sorted out with Cleo.
“How did you think that would make me feel? The one thing I keep offering, and you shut me down. Either you don’t like it, or you don’t want it fromme. So, which is it?”
Wraith had reached his boiling point over this ridiculous conversation.
“Cleo,” he ground out on a growl.
