Page 12 of Crowned By the Mafia Billionaires

I shrug. “I don’t know. I’m not sure what game you two are playing.”

I thought about that kiss most of last night. Actually, I barely slept because every time I closed my eyes, I felt Bennett’s mouth on mine again.

But I hadn’t thought about whether he would tell Knox. Maybe I assumed it was something between Bennett and me.

Knox watches me closely. “Was it supposed to be a secret?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I just… I don’t know what the deal is with you two.”

His mouth tilts up. “The deal?”

I put both hands on the desk and look him straight in the eye. “I’m not someone you guys are going to pass around to all your friends.”

His smile disappears instantly. “No.”

The force behind that one word surprises me. He pushes off the desk and comes toward me. “No one is passing you around anywhere, Audrey.”

I swallow, and he stops in front of me. “And there sure as hell aren't going to be any friends involved.”

My heart starts beating faster, but I don’t have time to figure out what he’s saying because he shakes his head. “That’s not what this is.”

I pop my shoulders. “What is it then?”

He searches my face. “You.”

I blink. “Me?”

“Yes.” He steps closer. “Bennett wants you.”

I hold my breath, and Knox's gaze drops briefly to my mouth before coming back to my eyes. “And I want you.”

Every thought leaves my head. I stare at him. “Oh.”

His lips twitch. “Oh?”

I’m so confused. “What am I supposed to say to that?”

“I don't know. You could tell me you want me too.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks, and of course he notices.

Knox smiles. “That's what I thought.”

I take in a deep breath. The problem is, I do want him. I want both of them, but I’ve been trying not to admit that even to myself.

Bennett is so controlled about everything, and I expected his kiss to be the same, but it was anything but controlled. I swear the man lost control a little bit, and when he pulled back, I could see the surprise on his face.

I feel warm just thinking about it.

Knox’s voice pulls me from the memory. “You're thinking about the kiss.”

I glare at him. “How do you know?”

“Your face.”

“What’s wrong with my face?”

“Nothing.” His grin gets bigger. “It's pretty.”