“It was fun, yes. I didn’t see you much.” It was such a struggle to have a polite conversation with him. It wasn’t that he was scary to look at. He was fairly handsome. Not Havoc handsome, but still good looking. But there was something dangerous about him.
He was the kind of man who smiled down at you as he choked the life from your body. And he would enjoy it. I could see that darkness in his eyes.
“You disappeared with your biker pretty early.” He didn’t even try to hide the judgement. “I have to admit Darcie. I thought your relationship with Havoc was a lie. But seeing you together last night, maybe I was wrong, or maybe you are just a...”
I didn’t let him finish. Slamming the mug of coffee I had just poured onto the table, I glared at him. “ Maybe I’m what, Judge?”
Throwing his head back, he started to laugh. “A slut.” He wasn’t fazed at all by my icy stare. “I was kind of hoping you were. Sluts are easier to manage. And an arrangement could have been made.”
Pulling a chair out, I grinned as he grimaced at the loud screeching sound it made. I was glad it hurt his head. He was lucky I didn’t throw my boiling coffee into his face.
“An arrangement?” Forcing myself to keep my voice even, I smiled at him. It was a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “What exactly do you mean by that?”
I already knew what he meant, but I wanted him to say it.
“I mean, I could have been nice to you if you were nice to me.”
Throwing my head back, I laughed. “Love, even if I was a slut I wouldn’t sleep with you. Even sluts have standards.”
The smile on his face slipped. “Yeah, whatever you say, darling.” He mocked my accent perfectly, and a blush crept up my cheek. “Whatever you say. But we both know that if I said you could go home now and never have to deal with any of this again, and all you needed to do was suck my dick. You wouldn’t even hesitate.” His eyes bored into mine. Daring me to disagree with him.
Swallowing hard, I forced myself to meet his eyes. Would I really be able to do that? I wanted to go home. That much was true. But...
Havoc.
I liked him. Just looking at him made my heart pitter-patter in my chest, and he was right when he said there was something between us. It was new and shiny, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.
Didn’t we deserve to find out what it was?
“I wouldn’t suck your dick if my life depended on it.” Smiling sweetly, I sipped my coffee.
Throwing back his head, he laughed. “You really have a way with words.” Even as his laughter boomed around the kitchen, someone knocked on the front door.
I froze.
“You best get that, Darcie. Our guests are here.”
I didn’t like the knowing look in his eyes at all.
“Guests? I was told you wanted to talk to me. I wasn’t expecting guests.” Self consciously, I looked down at Havoc’s T-shirt. I hadn’t managed to change yet. “Why don’t you get the door, and I’ll run upstairs and get changed.”
“Oh no, Darcie. You get the door.”
***
I felt my mouth fall open, my jaw swinging as I tried to find words.
Lucas stared at me from the doorstep. Dressed like he always was, shirt sleeves rolled up over non-tattooed forearms.
For a second, we stared at each other. Me unable to form words, and him staring at me like I had grown another head. His eyes darted down my bare legs and his lips curled in a sneer.
“It’s true then?” He didn’t bother to say hello. He just continued to stare at me. “You’re sleeping with my brother?” The way he said it made a blush creep up my cheeks.
“I…” shaking myself, I opened the door wider. Making a mental note to kill Judge. He had known who was knocking. And had sent me anyway. “Why don’t you come in?”
Lucas hesitated before stepping through, and when he did, his hand slipped across my stomach as he passed me, flattening Havoc’s T-shirt against my skin. “I forgot how good you look in a shirt…how great your tits look when they are bouncing loose.”
Behind him, someone cleared his throat. Lucas turned, and the hand on my stomach dropped almost guiltily.
