“Is it dangerous?”
For a second, I contemplated lying to her. She would know I was lying, though. Honestly might be the best option here. I needed her to behave and not make a scene, especially when we were out in public. That was a sure-fire way of getting us both killed.
“A little,” I finally admitted.
“Havoc?”
“It’s pretty dangerous, but you don’t need to worry. Nothing will come back on you.” I wanted to reassure her. Hell, there were so many things I wanted to do to her.
“No.” Her voice was firm. “I can’t ask you to put yourself in danger for me. I won’t let you.”
Stepping up to her, the hand I had been caressing her cheek with tightened around her chin. I tilted her face up to mine. My lips hovering over hers. “You don’t have a choice.”
“Yes, I do.” Again her voice was rising.
“Shut up, Darcie.” I pressed my mouth to hers. Partly to silence her but mostly because I wanted to. We were alone in the dark, and I wanted to kiss her. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
“Why, no one is here to see us?” She sounded genuinely confused.
Was it such a stretch for her to believe I might just want to kiss her?
“Because I want you to kiss me. I know you want that as well…” My voice was husky.
“You’re trying to win the bet, aren’t you?”
Her laughter took me by surprise. I blinked down at her in shock. “What are you going on about? I don’t care about the bet.”
“Whatever the Judge is asking you to do, don’t do it. I don’t want to be indebted to you if you end up in prison or dead. You want to sleep with me, don’t you?”
I didn’t know where she was going with this sudden change in conversation, but I had a really bad feeling about it—a really, really bad one.
“What’s that got to do with anything?” I searched her face with my eyes. And I didn’t like what I saw. She was about to say something I wouldn’t like. I could already tell.
Chewing on her lip, she met my eyes. “I’ll sleep with you, do whatever you want. Just don’t do whatever it is you have planned.”
I couldn’t speak; it was hard to even breathe. All I could do was stare at her. Surely she couldn’t be serious?
Swearing under my breath, I stepped away. My arms fell to my side. Did she really just try to prostitute herself to me? “What the actual fuck, Darcie?”
“You want me don’t you? Or do you think the Judge…” Her eyes skimmed away. “I just want this over with. I don’t want to owe you anything.”
I spluttered. “Owe me?” My voice was dangerously low. “Get the fuck out of here, Darcie.” I pointed to the door. “You are talking about whoring yourself out like a common hooker. Is that what you are? A whore?”
“Havoc…”
“Get out.” I needed her to leave before I lost my temper with her. “I mean it, Darcie, go back to the house and leave me alone. I don’t want to see you again until I’ve calmed down.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it. I just thought….”
I cut her off. “You thought wrong. I want you, Darcie. I won’t deny that. But I want you to want it. Now leave me the fuck alone.”
Chapter Eleven
Darcie
Havoc was in a mood with me. That much was clear. I had been with him less than three days, and we were already fighting like an old married couple.
I wasn’t even sure what I had said that had set him off, but something definitely had. I had spent the entire day in his bedroom alone. I half expected him to come and pin me to the bed in his anger. Or at least chew me out a little more, but he didn’t come.
