"I’m not sure. Marco Brandis. I had a crush on him." I shook my head as the details grew fuzzy. "I remember being afraid of Mom and Dad finding out and then… he died? Didn't he? Marco?"I looked up at Priest, hoping he remembered more than I did.
"He did. He deserved it. Guy was a fucking pedophile." Priest relaxed in his seat. "That's all you remember?"
I nodded and shifted the conversation. "What do you do now? For work."
He snickered.
"What? Come on, tell me." I nodded toward his bag on the empty seat beside him. "What kind of job do you have?"
"I'm an editor," he replied, gently tracing the top of my hand lightly. It tickled, and I tried to pull away, but he squeezed my hand.
"Like for a newspaper?"
He continued to tease my nerve endings with his feathery movements. "No, for spicy books."
"Spicy as in..."
Priest leaned in so close to my ear, his warm breath and the smell of mint toothpaste invaded my senses. "Does STFUATTDLAGG mean anything to you, because it does for me."
My face flushed hot. "Priest!"
He threw his head back and cackled so hard.
"You do not!"
"I do. I've built up quite a business. From the look on your face, you very well may have read one of the books I've worked on. Or are you writing one?"
"Oh my god, I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. Like I said, STFUA?—"
I put my finger up and shot him a look. "Don't you dare!"
"Can you guys tone it down?" the woman in front of us hissed.We looked at each other and burst into laughter. She stood up and glared at us.We hunched down until she turned away again.
"Well, now, I'm curious to see your kindle," he teased.
"Absolutely not."
"What are you into? Vampire mafia?" He elbowed me playfully.
"I'm not telling you."
"Or maybe hot rockstars?"
I ignored him and picked up my water.
"Or is your writing even dirtier than my clients’ books?" Priest leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear and sending my heart racing. "Laney, Laney, you dirty girl."
The pilot’s voice suddenly interrupted us, startling me so hard I jumped, and Priest laughed even harder.
Oh god, he was too much. Too cruel, too charming, too hot…
"I think this is a bad idea—lying about each other," I said as we stepped off the plane.
Priest leaned down again and his tongue flicked my earlobe again, sending a thrilling shiver through me right down to my core.
"Why? Do you like it when I call youlittle sister? I find it kind of hot, myself.”
