I strut out of the bathroom and fluff my hair as my eyes meet the corner of the bedroom again.
“Make me disappear,” I whisper. Then I walk out of my apartment, knowing Langston will ensure that Maxwell thinks I’m still safely inside my apartment.
8
Langston
If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now.
Liesel struts into the hotel bar exactly fifteen minutes after speaking at me via the security camera in her apartment.
Her dress screams sex. It’s black with lace and fits her like a second layer of skin. Her eyes are a darker shade than she usually wears, making her irises pop. Her red lipstick taunts me. As much as I want her lips pressed against mine, or better yet wrapped around my cock, that won’t be happening. Liesel is far too pissed to let me touch her.
Even though I’m bigger, stronger, more skilled—the look in her eyes lets me know that right now, she’d win in a fight. I have to tread carefully with her.
She walks straight to the bar and sits down in the barstool next to me, her eyes never leaving mine.
“You found me. I’m impressed. I wasn’t sure you still had it in you, huntress.”
She growls. “I’ve always been the better hunter. I know you know I found you that day in your hotel room. You were hiding in the damn ceiling. The only reason I didn’t climb up there and yank you out was that I came up with a better plan.”
“You’re welcome,” I say when she finishes ranting.
She turns to face me with red eyes and flushed cheeks. “You’re welcome? Are you serious? You have ruined my life more times than I can count.”
I grin. Good, I need to ruin every aspect of her life. I need every tiny thing of hers I can get my hands on before I eventually kill her. I need that to live with what she did.
“You’re welcome that I ensured Maxwell didn’t see you leave. You don’t have to worry about what to tell him.”
She flags down the bartender with her finger. “What can I get you?” the bartender with a trimmed gray beard and piercing blue eyes asks.
“Your most expensive scotch, and put it on his tab.”
He nods at her with a smile and then goes to make her drink.
She ordered the exact same thing I already ordered myself.
One minute later, he slides two glasses of scotch neat in front of us.
“Thank you,” Liesel smiles at him as she takes her drink, purposefully letting her hand slide against his.
He winks back, and I suspect he’ll leave his number with her by the end of the night.
“So, you like the older types?” I ask.
Liesel rolls her eyes and takes a drink. “I didn’t come here so we can talk about the kind of men I find attractive. I came here to tell you to stop stealing from me.” Her voice drops in revenge and pent up frustration. Her fingers tighten around the glass as her rage with me consumes her.
“Did I steal something?” I lean back in my chair, keeping my eyes on hers instead of letting myself explore every inch of her body. I have to have discipline. I have to focus on my mission.
“Don’t play dumb. You stole every penny I had.”
I purse my lips. “Oh, right. I did do that. But I wouldn’t call it stealing.”
“What would you call it?”
“I’d call it taking what I’m owed.”
“You’re a self-serving demon. What gives you the right to take anything from me?”