“Well, I’m glad we finally get to meet,” Tristan says, extending a hand. “I’m Julian. This is Cole, and the one in black is Damon.”
I appreciate him making introductions, given the anonymity of our masks.
“Selene,” she replies, a subtle smile playing on her lips. “Are you all here together?” The way she phrases it catches me off guard.
Tristan chuckles. “As friends, yes. If that’s what you’re asking.”
“In a way,” she says, smile deepening.
Is she blushing beneath those crystals? Impossible to tell.
“Well, why don’t you ask?” Tristan prompts, pressing for more.
Her gaze drops before meeting mine, stealing my breath.
You are the master of your emotions. You can control your reactions.
“Are you looking for something—together or separately?” she asks.
Tristan takes a sip of his drink. “We haven’t decided yet. Have we?”
“No,” I say, eyes locked with hers.
Her smile widens, eyes glimmering. “I have a proposal.”
Proposals, deals, bargains—I’ve heard it all in business. But from her lips, those words hold a different meaning. And I’m tempted to accept without even hearing what she has to say. This desire alone infuriates me.
Whatever she has in mind, I want to give it to her.
CHAPTER 7
TRISTAN
“We’re listening.”
She’s been watching us, observing our masks with a certain curiosity since she mentioned the proposal. She’s making us wait, or maybe she wants one of us to beg for it. Well, sweetheart, that’s not going to happen.
Aaron shifts in his seat, his body tensing every time I lean closer to her.
He wants her. Bad.
I knew he’d be drawn to her the moment I saw her.
This is too easy.
“Maybe I like making you wait,” she fires back, holding her ground.
She’s feisty, likely a brat too. She’d be my type if I had a type.
Taming brats is a specialty of mine. The harder they are, the greater the satisfaction when they break. When they finally beg for release.
“I don’t think Julian here,” Dominik emphasizes my chosen alias, glaring at me from behind his mask, “enjoys waiting all that much.”
He lifts the bottom of his mask to take a sip of his drink, securing it back in place just as I catch Selene’s eyes tracking the movement of his lips and throat.
Dom doesn’t even notice. He’s got it bad for someone else.
Poor fucker.
