Rose stiffens beside me, her gaze fixed out the window, but I don’t miss the way her fingers tighten in her lap. “You’re disgusting.”
“You know, for someone who supposedly doesn’t like me, you had a real hard time staying quiet in that hotel room.”
“Are you deliberately trying to piss me off, or do you just not know when to stop talking when you’re nervous?”
I bite back a grin. “I’m just saying… that little noise you made? Right before you?—”
“D’Angelo,” she clips, like she’s barely holding on.
It shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. I chuckle, throwing her a sideways glance. “You full-name me when you’re flustered or mid-orgasm.”
Her head snaps towards me. “I’m not flustered or mid-orgasm.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You’re definitely flustered.”
She exhales, arms crossing tight over her chest, and I can practically feel the heat rolling off her.
I tap my fingers against my thigh. “I think that’s why we work so well together.”
“We don’t work.”
“Oh, we definitely work.” I flick my gaze to her again, watching the way her lips press together, like she’s trying to stop herself from remembering. “I make you forget how much you hate me.”
Her fingers tighten in her lap because we both know the truth. The other night, with my name falling from those perfect lips, her body trembling in my lap—she wasn’t thinking about hating me. She was coming undone for me. And if I wasn’t already in too deep, I’d probably let her pretend otherwise. But I never make things easy for her. And I don’t plan to start now.
“Do you remember where you’re going?”
“Yeah, I think so. It’s up here, isn’t it?” I take a right off the motorway and onto a country road that leads to the boarding school tucked away on the outskirts of the city. My foot taps again. Rose’s right, I’m fucking nervous as hell, and she noticed the minute she got in the car.
My palms sweat against the steering wheel as I pull up at the gates. Rose taps in the code on the gate and I wait for them to open.
“I’ll go in and get him. Just relax and be yourself like you were the other night.”
“Which night?”
She rolls her eyes. “And this is why I’m never sleeping with you again.”
I chuckle as she climbs out of the car and struts towards the old prestigious building. Damn, she fills out that dress to perfection. Cotton fabric pulls taught over her hips and flares to the knee, classy and elegant just like her, and more sophisticated than the sundresses she used to wear. But I still want to bury my fingers in the flesh of her hips.
I lean my head back on the seat and text Dom.
Any news?
Within seconds, he’s video calling. His eyes widen when he sees me, but it's not exactly a good kind of wide.
“Are you seriously wearing that?”
I glance down at the City shirt, the badge practically mocking me. “Yeah, yeah. We’re gonna go through this again, huh?”
“You’re lucky I got you those bloody tickets,” he mutters, leaning back in his chair. “First chance I get, I’m taking this kid to a United game. He needs educating.”
“Didn’t realise you cared so much.”
He scoffs. “I care enough not to let you disgrace the family name in front of my mates. They’ll all want to disown you if you show up wearing that shite.”
I roll my eyes. “Anyway, what’s the deal with the ex? Any news on his whereabouts?” I clench my fist, wishing I’d put a bullet in Magnus two nights ago when I had the chance.
Dom sits up straighter, dropping the smirk and going serious. “That’s what I’m calling about. He landed in Manchester last night and then his whereabouts are unknown. Did he respond to your text?”
