I gripped her hips, lifted and sat her arse down hard on the counter and moved to stand between her spread thighs. My control slipping all the way to the fucking floor, I slid my hand under her skirt and yanked her panty in one quick snap. Her eyes widening, she gasped.
“Maybe I should fuck you right now and get it over and done with,” I muttered.
“Then why don’t you,” was the cheeky come back.
I gripped the buckle on my belt, my gaze landing on the open stall doors reflected in the mirror. For fuck sake, I wasn’t about to take her virginity here. A girl’s first time had to be special, not in a fucking bathroom used by drug addicts and sweaty clubbers.
“Fuck.” I slammed the wall. “Get your things, we’re leaving.”
“No,” she snapped. “You have that beautiful woman in your apartment, what are you doing here?” I heard the jealousy even though she was trying to come across as cheeky.
“Levana,” I warned. “I’m this close to spanking your arse,” I emphasized my point with my thumb and forefinger. “And I don’t care who walks in here.” I glared at her. “And if you must know, that woman is my cousin, married to a fucking abusive twit, I beat the fuck out of.”
She gasped at that. “You could’ve just told me.”
“No, I didn’t have to tell you anything because you could’ve trusted me.”
Silence danced between us for a minute then she muttered, “fine. I’ll meet you by the bar.”
I walked away. Opening the door, I came face to face with Cian.
Startled, her eyes widened. “Mr...Mr Sinclair? What are you doing here?”
“A cheeky student needed a little discipline.” I was too far gone to care about the repercussions of my behaviour. Let Levana deal with her friend. Brushing past her, I sought our Rhett who’d moved to the bar on the opposite side of the club.
Chapter 38 - Levana
Iwas still comingdown from my high of pure sass to Saint, when Cian rushed into the bathroom, her eyes swimming with worry.
“I saw Mr Sinclair leave, what hap—” she trailed off, her curious gaze mounted on my face. “No way,” she exclaimed, her smile mischief. “Were you and Mr Sinclair fucking, Levana?”
“What?” I scrambled for cover beneath the act of washing my hands.
“Levana,” she sang my name, her tone playful. “You’ve got the hots for him, don’t you? And he’s just as into you, isn’t he? I mean, I don’t care if you are, he’s so freaking gorgeous and I’m sure that body is just as stunning. Did you get to see his cock...” she rambled on, oblivious to my need to regulate my breathing. “You want to go home with—”
“Is he gone?” I ask, stalling her descent into Saint fandom.
