I’ve seen women react to my best friend more times than I can count. Most giggle, some blush, some smile, and all are equally entranced by Koby’s attention. He has that easygoing vibe about him that steals too many hearts. It’s a good job he doesn’t keep them any longer than a good fuck, so they never realize how dark Koby is beneath the soft mask.
There’s no denying he has a way with women. They fall at his feet, melting into puddles. It’s never bothered me, but tonight I’m fucking seething watching him flirt with Bianca.
I expect a look of pure awe on her face, but she’s immune to Koby’s heated, deliberate once-over. That’s new.
“You must be Koby.” She tilts her head as if observing something mildly interesting. “I’mBianca,” she emphasizes, a clear signal to never call her alittle rebelagain.
That’s a big mistake. Koby’s like a child with these things. Tell him he can’t do something and that’s exactly what he’ll do, if only for his own entertainment.
“This will be interesting,” he muses, stepping aside. “After you,sweetheart.”
Ah, the old game of trying out different pet names until he finds one that will make her shed her panties for him. He’s done it before with the few girls who didn’t immediately succumb to his charm. There haven’t been many; less than there are fingers on one hand.
The most recent disinterested girl was a waitress atScarlett. It took Koby two weekends to find a pet name that turned her knees weak. He fucked her at the back of the club afterbaby girlhit her G spot.
Ten seconds ago, I’d happily bet Broadway it’d take Koby weeks before he hit a nerve with Bianca, but whensweetheartrolls off his tongue, she freezes.
Her shoulders hike up around her ears, muscles stiffen for a second before she shudders like she’s shaking off invisible insects.
Not the reaction Koby was going for, surely, but a reaction, nonetheless. A strangely powerful one at that, given it’s such a common pet name she must’ve heard it countless times.
“I won’t like you, will I?” she grits out past clenched teeth. “Call me whatever the fuck you want, but usethatword again, and I’ll knee your balls.”
“Kinky,” Koby huffs, bouncing his eyebrows. “I like that,sweetheart.” He’s calling her bluff, amused by her red face, I bet.
He should’ve paid attention to her body language before dishing that out again. The way she shuddered betrayed there’s a foul memory associated withsweetheart.
He also shouldn’t have underestimated her threat. And hedefinitelyshouldn’t have looked away from her to make an amusedit’s-onkind of face at me.
Bianca seizes his inattention, grips his jacket with two fists, and swings her knee right between his legs.
Hard.
So fucking hard Koby’s eyes roll back into his head.
The second she steps back, he’s on his knees, clutching his balls, his complexion changing colors like a kaleidoscope.
She bends down staring at him with a hint of mirth. “One thing you should know about me... I don’t bluff.”
She pats his cheek before rising to her full height, if such a thing can be said about a girl that, by my measurements, barely hits the five-foot mark. She looks at me over her shoulder with a small smile that softens her features, hitting me right in the chest.
“Shall we?”
“Koby’s right...” I say. “This will beveryinteresting.”
She chuckles, heading toward the entrance. I follow as if she has me on a tight leash. I don’t pass up the opportunity to pat the still-kneeling Koby on the cheek like she did. He’s gasping, eyes crinkling with a smile.
“I think I’m in love,” he rasps in a high-pitched wail.
I pat his cheek again, harder this time. “Do join us when you’re feeling up to it.”
He inhales a deep breath, marshaling the pain undoubtedly coursing through him. I don’t wait until he gathers his wits, following Bianca who’s already inside, head turning left and right to admire the luxurious space.
“This way,” I say, veering left to lead her through a narrow corridor that bypasses both the main club and the VIP area.
Something tells me Hailey would have a fit if she saw Bianca right now. Carter will want answers first. Answers and assurances before he allows the girls to meet.
It’s a bit odd that, after being on the run for three months, Bianca shows up here as if nothing’s fucking happened.
