Page 156 of Heartless Sinner

Rachel pressed closer, trying to link her arm through mine. “He doesn’t need to think about any girl but me. Isn’t that right, Brooks?”

At the White House event, she’d played coy. I was learning that Rachel Beckett plus drugs and alcohol equaled a territorial pain in my ass.

I peeled her fingers off my arm before grabbing Daphne.

She let out a surprised yelp as I pulled her to her feet and moved us to the other end of the couch. I sat first, pulled her down beside me, and stretched my arm across her shoulders.

There. So much better.

Rachel stared at us. Her expression went from possessive, to confused, to downright scorned.

Just the way I wanted it.

Unfazed by her, I looked back at the guy who said he’d hit Daphne. “What’s your name?”

“Graham Hollenfielder.” He puffed out his chest like the name should impress me. “My father owns Hollenfielder Defense.” He shut one eye and pointed a finger gun at me. “Our families do business together, if you know what I mean.”

I knew exactly what he meant. His father had a government contract.

That wasn’t business with my family, but I let the idiot believe whatever made him feel important. Too bad for Graham, he’d stupidly made the mistake of telling me he wanted to fuck Daphne.

That military contract his daddy worked so hard to snag? Gone.

“Nice to meet you, Graham,” I lied, already plotting the Hollenfielder family’s financial demise.

Rachel stood and sauntered over to us.

Persistent little thing. I had to give her that.

I also knew exactly what she was about to do. Before she could squeeze herself between Daphne and me, I wrapped an arm around Daphne’s waist and pulled her onto my lap. Her ass landed directly over my cock.

Ah. So much better.

Rachel stopped short. “What the fuck, Brooks?”

I shrugged and didn’t answer her.

She dropped into Daphne’s old spot anyway and immediately scooted closer. “I invited you here alone,” she said, keeping her voice low enough that only Daphne and I could hear. “Not to bring some chick.” She slid a look toward Daphne. “No offense.”

Daphne gave her a thumbs up.

“I’ve been telling everyone we’re dating,” Rachel continued. “This is embarrassing.”

Daphne tapped Rachel’s arm. “You can have him.”

I glared down at her. The fuck she can.

“What?” Rachel squeaked out.

“He’s not that great in bed, though, so don’t get your hopes up,” Daphne added.

A laugh slipped out of me. Fucking brat.

I rested my chin on Daphne’s shoulder, bringing my mouth close to her ear. “Shush it, babe, or I’ll show everyone how big of a lie that is with your help.” I smiled before raising my voice enough for Rachel to hear. “Don’t lie to the poor girl. You were the one moaning my name on the drive here.”

Rachel’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head.

Daphne elbowed me in the ribs.