“Got a light?” I ask her.
The girl glances up at me, her expression shifting from a deep frown to a seductive smile. I can’t help but smile back.
“Yeah, sure.” She looks through her purse and hands me a lighter. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” I place the cigarette between my lips, paying close attention to the way her eyes linger on them.
My movements are slow and deliberate, seductive. I want her to want me. Which she clearly already does, anyway. She’s been smelling of arousal since the moment her eyes landed on me. I light the cigarette and place the borrowed object back in her hand, making sure to touch her skin.
“No problem.” Her heart is racing as she stares at me take a puff of the cigarette and pull it away from my lips.
“Are you alone?” I ask, casually taking a look around her, as if I’ve just noticed that there’s no one with her.
“Yeah—” Her expression shifts to annoyance for a second. “I was just leaving.”
“Wanna hang out with me and my friend?”
She seems shocked by my question. Her lips part, but she doesn’t speak. I give her my best smile, but it’s not even forced. I find her really attractive, and my body responds to her scent with ease. She’s gonna taste so good.
“Okay, I had nothing else to do, anyway.” She shrugs, as if she wasn’t that interested, but her smile totally gives her away. Cute.
I take her hand, which makes her smile widen, and guide her through the crowd. Her thoughts are a whole lot of scrambled blabber. Something about her asshole boss and how she shouldhave never gotten involved withthis shitin the first place. Whatever it is, sounds dangerous.
“That took a while,” Damien jokes as I approach him. “I thought you were never coming—” He stops talking when I step to the side and reveal the girl behind me. He’s really fucking good at pretending to be surprised. “Oh—you made a friend!”
And the Oscar goes to . . . Damien Moore!
The girl’s mind goes blank the moment she sets eyes on Damien. She tries to hide it with another nervous smile, but she’s obviously shocked as hell.
“Two hot guys on my worst night ever? Not possible,”she thinks.“If I can’t snatch someone from this bar for Ron, at least I can have a bit of fun.”
“Who’s our new friend, Killi?” Damien asks, offering her his best innocent and warm smile.
“I’m Clara.” She bats her eyelashes at my brother.
“Nice to meet you, Clara. I’m Damien.” He gestures at the wooden stool beside him, which was previously my spot.
“How rude of me—” I laugh as I guide her to the stool and take the one to her right, leaving Clara between me and Damien. “I never told you my name. I’m Killien.”
Our prey doesn’t know where to look first; she’s hungry for us both. Soon Damien has her cackling to his silly anecdotes. His allure is obviously pulling on her like an invisible string, causing her eyes to take in every single inch of his body.
He orders Clara a drink of her choice, which she gladly accepts. The bartender hands it to Damien with the most obvious seductive look I’ve ever seen, sliding the glass across the dented wooden surface of the bar. There’s a piece of paper hidden between his fingers, surely with his phone number.
Goddammit. Are you that desperate, dude? Let him be.
Not that I care, though.
While Clara is entertained replying to a text, Damien softly takes the paper from the bartender’s hand. The way he looks at the man makesmyheart skip a beat. Which shouldn’t happen. At all. But I can’t help noticing Damien’s tongue flicking over his lower lip, moving his piercings slightly. And the way he tilts his head up at the bartender, inviting him in. I almost want to push Clara out of the way and lean closer to Damien. Why? I’ll be damned if I know.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck!
I take a deep breath and force my eyes away from the scene. I’m not turned on by it. In the slightest. I don’t care what Damien does with that guy—I don’t wanna see.
Once the bartender is back to doing his job instead of flirting with my brother, Damien resumes the conversation with Clara. As if nothing ever happened. He’s too good of a liar, the fucker. And I’m still struggling to collect myself.
I don’t like the things that are happening to me. I’m not okay with these feelings, at all.
