I have to admit, I never thought I’d see the day. As eager as I was to hook up with Jayla tonight and end my dry spell, now I’m actually far more eager to see this girl of Sin’s. I want to know what she looks like, what she does, how they met—why the fucker didn’t tell me. I bet she’s beautiful. When he didn’t scare them all off, Sin attracted some pretty fucking women. Paula was an absolute knock-out. A dark-haired Brazilian bombshell with gorgeous eyes.
“Hey,” a voice rings out, pulling me from my thoughts about Sin. It’s Jayla. I can’t say I’m as eager as I was before Sin distracted me, but it’s still nice to see her. She looks great in a slinky silver dress that really sets off her darker complexion. Her face lights up at the sight of me and I warm slightly. She runs over to hug me, kissing my cheek and gushing about how long it has been.
I let her slide into my favorite booth, then I slide in next to her. Sin and his girl can sit next to me. I want to sit next to her anyway. Pick her brain; find out what’s so special about her that she caught Sin’s attention. I already have Jayla figured out and filed away; I’m much more interested in Sin’s mystery woman.
As is often the case, Sin sneaks up on me. One minute he’s not here, the next he’s standing in front of the table.
“There you are.” I smile, looking past him to see the girl he brought with him. My blood freezes in my veins as Sin steps aside and Laurel Price is standing there. Her face is arranged in a rehearsed shield of apathy as she looks past me at the beautiful woman on my other side. Much as she tries to pull off indifference, I immediately catch the shift in her breathing; she’s working harder at it now.
What the fuck is she doing here?
Why the fuck is Sin putting his hand on her waist?
She turns her head as he catches her attention and attempts a smile, but I can see how awkward she still feels.
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Of course she feels awkward. I feel awkward. What the fuck is going on? I look to Sin for an explanation, but he’s not looking at me. He gestures for Laurel to slide into the booth, and now I am really fucking flabbergasted.
Jayla has no idea about the fuckery going on here, so she grins and reaches past me to offer Laurel her hand. “Hi, I’m Jayla.”
Laurel takes her hand reluctantly and shakes it. “I’m Laurel.”
“Oh, my God, I love your bag. Vintage Valentino, right?”
“I have no idea,” Laurel says, glancing back at Sin as he slides in behind her.
Sin doesn’t give a fuck about handbags, so he shrugs. “Sure, it could be.”
Now my gaze gets stuck on what Laurel is wearing. Fuck me, she looks good. Her light-colored dress is caught somewhere between gray and silver. The suede material hugs her so snugly, you can see the outline of her incredible body. If I didn’t remember what she looked like naked, all I would need is the sight of her in this dress to burn it into my brain for the rest of my life. The top part of the dress is too big for her, clearly made for someone with bigger breasts, but the way she has it strategically draped, instead of looking too big for her, it looks classy as hell.
Well, this is inconvenient. My cock stirs for a girl in a silver dress, but not my date.
Sin’s date, some-fucking-how.
Looking past Laurel at Sin, I tell him, “We need to talk.”
“After we order,” he says, easily. “Laurel’s hungry.”
I narrow my eyes, unsure what kind of game he’s playing. Then he casually drapes his arm around Laurel the way he did the other night, only instead of looking terrified, this time Laurel places a hand on his arm and rubs, like she enjoys having it there.
What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?
Just yesterday he was encouraging me to call her and apologize for being a dick, now he’s bringing her to dinner as his date?
No. No, this isn’t right. He’s playing a game. Maybe they both are. They both must be, because she’s here.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in Connecticut?” I finally ask her.
“I didn’t make my flight,” she informs me.
My patience snaps. Sin was supposed to take her to the airport—I gave him direct orders to take her to the fucking airport. At what point in that drive did he decide to disregard my orders and fuck her instead? Here I was, feeling like an asshole, thinking she was upset, and when Sin was telling me he’d get me her number in the morning because he was going to bed, he meant with her. How dare he encroach upon my fucking territory like that?
“You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that,” I tell Sin.
Unconcerned, he flips open his menu. “Two, last time I checked.”
I roll out my shoulders, struggling to recover from this fucking sucker punch. I don’t know how I’m supposed to sit here like everything is normal when Sin is pulling some shit, Laurel is sitting next to me, and the date I brought with me is suddenly the only person at the table I’m not interested in. In most circumstances, I wouldn’t feel so vile sitting between two women I’ve fucked, but right now, I am not comfortable with it. Maybe because one of them tried to tell me she’s pregnant with my baby, and now she’s sitting here apparently on a date with my motherfucking enforcer.