"Calla and Dwill be down in a sec." Rhys walks into the garage where I'm leaning against the Escalade.
Lilly and Rhys have their personal (favorite) cars they take when they are on their own, but the Escalade is the one used when they go places together or as a family. All the vehicles are outfitted with every possible security measure one could come up with, but the SUV is blacked out as well.
George and Tristen went slightly overboard in protecting these three—especially after Audrey was born. Do we really need bulletproof glass? Probably not. But there was no negotiation when Lilly announced her pregnancy. The cars were taken one by one toThe Garage, disassembled, and put together with meticulous detail and enforcement. Audrey can safely be transported in any of the cars now.
I tap my phone to check the time. We were supposed to leave twenty minutes ago, but who's— My train of thought gets snuffed out like a candle dunked in a bucket of water when Keller follows Lilly through the door.
I vaguely hear Rhys complimenting his wife on her outfit. It can't be anything close to what Denielle just showed up in. Not that I could check, my eyes are glued to the silver romper-dressthingthat barely covers her tits or ass. What is this? Leftover scraps from Halloween?
I trail her body from the thread-thin spaghetti straps down to theVthat almost reaches her naval. The top half is covered with sequins, versus the bottom in feathers. A skirt of feathers? Shorts? I can't identify it. Whatever. I see her ass hanging out.
The irrational urge to tell her to change threatens to burst out of me. I clamp my jaw so hard I'm positive I've broken off the enamel of my molars.
She wears her signature twenty-five-inch heels. At closer inspection, I note that they're from the same red-soled label, but this pair has a peep toe. Her already long legs appear endless.
The tingling sensation in my lower half causes a surge of glaring anger to crash through me. The thudding in my chest becomes uncomfortable for multiple reasons, and I shove my phone in my pocket with such force I hear a ripping sound.
Fuck.
A low whistle brings everyone's attention to the garage entrance once more as Ethan appears.
"Damn, girl. You cleaned up nice since earlier," he drawls, and my now free fingers twitch to wipe his drooling smirk off his face.Earlier?When did he see her? What was she wearing earlier?
What. The. Fuck am I thinking?
"What are you doing here?" My clipped question turns all eyes on me.
Ethan crosses his arms, scanning me up and down like I have lost my mind. "J isn't back. We always have a detail of two when—"
"You already pulled a double today, you—"
"Just took a five-hour nap, B. I'm fine." He doesn't let me finish. In my peripheral vision, Denielle follows the exchange with interest. Her mouth is slashed, but not in an angry way—she is suppressing a smirk.
Every cord in my neck feels like it's about to snap.
"Let's go," my barked command echoes through the vast garage, and Lilly and Rhys jump into action like obedient children, not my employers.
Denielle has one hand tucked under her armpit. The crossed arm pushes her tits farther out of the nonexistent dress while she scratches her chin between her thumb and forefinger with the other. She is fully aware of what just happened.
Because you had your dick in her two days ago and are now acting like a jealous caveman,my inner asshole chimes in.
"You, too, Keller."
She arches a brow in a challenge—that little brat. How she was helpless against her ex but shows no fear toward me is a riddle I burn to solve.
I don'taskagain. Either she gets in the damn car, or she stays. This night cannot get any worse. A voice inside my head cackles without further comment. I have the slight suspicion that tonight could make me lose my job.
We getto The Club without anotherglitch. I pull up to the back of the building as usual, and Ethan sweeps the perimeter for paps before anyone else exits. The Club has a small parking lot in the back that is exclusively reserved for VIPs, and I pull into one of the spots while Ethan leads Lilly, Rhys, and Denielle through the nondescript door blending into the black-painted concrete.
I find the others chatting in the dim hallway with the manager who came to greet Lilly. The guy nearly falls to his feet, and I suppress a gagging sound, witnessing his emasculating behavior.
Rhys turns slightly and meets Denielle's amused gaze. He rolls his eyes, and she snickers.
I haven't forgotten her standoffish behavior. Bridging the distance from the rear, I stand a little off to the side, yet close enough to feel her body heat on my exposed skin. My knuckles graze her naked leg, and Denielle sucks in a breath. Glee spreads through me as her spine goes rigid.
Lilly starts moving, but Denielle hesitates. Two can play this game. I lean down to her ear while flipping my hand. My palm wraps around the inside of her thigh. I glide my fingers against her naked flesh until I reach the seam of her panties. I tighten my grip, fingers pressing into her skin, and whisper, "Give me your worst, Keller."
Goose bumps erupt on her neck and back. Her eyes flutter closed, and a low moan escapes her lips. She takes one step forward, dislodging my hold on her, but halts. Blinking, she peers at her friends' retreating forms. Lilly and Rhys follow Ethan and the manager through the dim-lit corridor toward the staircase leading up to the second floor where the VIP lounges are located. In slow motion, Denielle pivots on her feet. She studies my face with her head slanted. Mimicking her expression, I refuse to break the connection first.