“What the heck was that about?” I ask when we break apart. Some major vibes are going on between her and the Southern Alliance sitting a few booths away.
I glance over her shoulder but she pulls me back around.
“Never mind. It was nothing. Probably mistaken identity.”
I can see her warring with herself. Being near the men she craves but can’t have is killing her. I’ve known her since we were in pampers. She tries to school her expression but I see her desires flitter over her expression
“Liar. I’m not blind, Sapph. I see them every night, too. Harlon would keel over if he knew we were here with the Southern Alliance three tables over.”
Fucking mafia feuds andthough shalt notsrule both our worlds.
Sapphire tsks. “What? You scared of your brother now?” Her tone is slightly mocking but I don’t take offense.
I know she thinks I’m this perfect example of a spoiled member of Constantine royalty. But we both know the real me. I’m a little dirty under all my sweetness.
“Yeah right!” I scoff.
She gives a low laugh. “That’s what I thought.”
“Good deflection. But, come on. I see thatfuck melook on your face. You wanna do the nasty with those three.” I gesture behind her and she grabs my hand, holding onto it.
“Belle!” she hisses. “Can you try to be a little louder?”
We sink into the plush cushions of our booth and sigh. Thank God the high dividers between the booths block us from view when we sit down.
“What? Tell me I’m lying.” I know the true version of her. The one with the kinky desires and filthy dreams and she knows my darkest secrets.
“You’re such a hussy. I can feel thosetake me I’m yoursvibes rippling off you like waves in an ocean, girl.” I wrap my hand around my throat in a dramatic way as if I’m drowning.
She puts her phone on the table and runs her hands over the smooth buttery soft leather of the sofa we sit on. “You are too much sometimes, you know that?”
My glossed lips pull up into a mischievous grin and I bat my lashes. “But ya love me.” I serve us each a margarita and push one her way.
She takes it.
“You knew they were going to be here. Not just tonight but this whole week.”
I lean forward. Busted.
“That’s the real reason you wanted me here, isn’t it?”
The mood shifts from casual to tense. “You are always talking about wanting a family. I happen to know something and I’ve been waiting to see if the chemistry between you guys would work. And now I think I have my answer.”
I didn’t do any matching, despite appearances, but she doesn’t need to know that. While I believe in kismet, Sapphire is less inclined toward the magic and mystery of fate.
That’s okay. She has me.
She licks the salt from her lips contemplating me from under thick falsies and perfectly dolled-up eyes. “Like some cupid?” she quips.
“Not really, I just played the cards in front of me.” I lean across the table and lower my voice. “Hear me out, okay? A couple of the women who handle club contracts between members were talking in the dressing room and I overheard that all three men of the Southern Alliance are looking for a breeder.”
Sapphire’s face blanches. I can practically see images of cribs, bottles, and onesies flashing across her mind. But her words say she’s lost. “Come again?”
I gesture with my hands over my belly. “You know.” I make a baby bump gesture. “A breeder. Someone to have their baby under contract.”
Her face says: ‘Yep. That’s what I thought you said’.
“You are not serious. You didn’t talk to them about me, did you?”