“That’s nice,” I say dryly.
Jadedly cutting my eyes to her, she curls her bottom lip in, lowering her lids likeI’mthe annoying one. “I don’t fetishize my work, I-”
“Oh, you have other work?” I cut her off for pay back, taunting her with a grin and bringing my elbows to the table, resting my face in my hands. “Tell me about your other films.”
“This is why she wants you to die first,” Xene laughs.
“That’s fine. She can make up whatever silly shit she wants,” I respond to him, not tearing my eyes from her.
“You die because your girlfriend grows to hate you,” she bites out, giving me a smirk, as if the little bitch is satisfied with herself.
Guess she doesn’t know the enemy she just made, how serious I take things with Bunny.
Anger burns beneath my chest, the heat of my rage blowing through my arms and throat, my posture getting tugged straight. I stare at her, cocking my head to analyze the skin that would look great dehydrated and stretched over a book. “You know—what’s your name?”
“Cassi.”
“Well,Cassi, most narcissists project. Seems like maybe your boyfriend, girlfriend, whatever the fuck you’re into, grew to hate you. Fuck, I would. That’s embarrassing.” Pointing to the book still in Xene’s hands, my upper lip curls, my knuckle knocking on the table as I support my casual slide out of the booth.
I can feel her furiously staring at me, but, man, it’s a sight turning around to my little bunny waiting for me back at the booth. Her lean legs are glistening against the dim light, the muscles prominent from her resting sideways into the seat Gwen and Duse are still in.
A natural smile breaks my face, stopping in front of her and slipping a hand along her lower back. “Ready to rock?’
Warmth burns up through her dewy cheeks, her lips folding to shun a grin. But she’s distracted. Everyone’s chatting and moving their meat to head outside, yet Bunny is eyeing that girl like she can sense her wicked intent.
“Tell me,” I encourage her, my smile slipping with the jam of my brows.
She twists her lips, lightly tilting her head and sweeping her analytical gaze up to me. “She looks familiar.”
Has she been to Vore? Has she seen us there? Does she know where we live? Has she been watching us? Creeping peeks through the windows?
Frowning, I shake my head, shooting a subtle glance back to Cassi shoving her bag up onto her shoulder and scampering away from the booth she was in.
“Cash said she was watching us…”
Giving Bunny my attention again, I shake my head to soothe her worries, but she’s tossing a stern finger up at me before I can utter a fucking word. It kind of turns me on, watching her become fierce enough to shut me the hell up.
“Stop doing that,” she hisses, her candied voice rough with anger.
It has everyone else stopping in their tracks, collectively being put on edge and splitting their side-eyes toward Bunny violently staring at me.
Keep doing that. Let it all out on me, crazy girl.
Against my will, my cheeks tense. I try to stretch them out, but I’m grinning right in her face, waiting for what she wants to say next.
She swallows hard, her eyes gaining an extra mist from the courage that’s quickening her breaths. “I’m not a little girl. If I have a weird feeling,don’t dismiss it for the sake of making me comfortable. I’ll never be comfortable where we’re at. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I nod.
“I need to go change my pants,” Xene whispers behind me.
Not hearing him, Bunny says, “I wanna know more about her. I’ve seen her face before.”
I don’t like that. And I don’t like Bunny getting involved. But old habits clearly die hard. So, she’s not gonna stop until she gets what she wants from this. I’ll just… need to grow an extra eye to keep full watch on her.
After doing a shitty job at nodding and cooing in agreement, we slip outside into the torrid night. The guys are already launching themselves into the bed of the truck with Ora and Aries. Which would be a good thing. But I completely missed where the little maggot ran off to, so there’s no telling if she’s watching us from a dark window.
I pull Bunny closer to me, scanning the few parked cars in the lot and ushering her to the driver’s side door, unable to make out any mischievous faces lit up from the streetlights.
