She’s got a mouth on her that I want to fuck the attitude back into.
“Look who’s nosey now.” Rex smirks, and it results in Indie flipping him off.
“Are you going to fucking tell me or not?” She turns her attention to me.
I can’t help it; I rake my teeth over my bottom lip to stifle my own smile. “You’re feisty this morning.”
If her eyes could burn holes through me, I’d be fucking see-through. That darkness from last night is still festering this morning.
Dawson speaks before I even get a chance. “Omnia event. We’re infiltrating one.”
I’m grateful that’s all he’s said, but then Indie’s gaze is back on me, and it looks like it’s short lived.
“All of you?”
I inwardly groan. I can see it—hear the words before she even speaks them.
“Just me,” I answer, and her eyes bulge.
“Are you fucking insane?”
Here we go.
Rex chuckles. He leans back to fold his arms as he prepares for the exchange; he might as well put his feet up whilst he’s at it.
“It’s been brought up in conversation a time or—”
Indie cuts him off, pointing her index finger at him.
“Shut up, Rex. Seriously, Saint? You sit there and tell Gina and I we can’t get them. In fact, you both did”—she swings that pointer like it’s a fucking wizard’s staff—“but you’re just going to waltz in there alone?”
I grimace when Dawson chips in. He’s really not reading the room, or her tone for that matter. “We’ll have a team—”
“No offence, Dawson, really. But I want to hear it fromhisfucking mouth. No one else.” She folds her arms across her chest, popping her hip as her glare fixates on me, head cocked.
Fucking hell.
That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
My gaze holds with her fiery one.
“Clear the room,” I murmur, and the guys don’t need to be told twice, Rex signalling for Regina to join them, hooking his arm around her shoulders as he drags her away.
When I glance over Indie’s head, Rex winks at me as he mouths, “Godspeed,” then closes the door, leaving me alone with the furious little gremlin that’s clearly gotten wet this morning.
And if she hasn’t, I’ll happily oblige with a helping hand.
“Sit down, Indie.” Her mouth forms a protest I’m ready for. “Now.”
Huffing fire, she does as she’s told, dropping into the seat Rex had occupied.
Those full lips open again, so I hook my hand under her chair, dragging it so she’s in between my thighs. The motion is so fast, she almost topples off it, her hands slapping against my chest for balance.
I lean into her, keeping my voice low. “What did I tell you last night?”
Her palms are still pressed against me; it feels like electricity is sparking beneath the contact, jumpstarting the rhythm of my heart.
Her breath brushes against my lips. She’s so close, I could inch forward and kiss her fucking senseless.
