“It’s nothing major. He wants you at the poker game serving drinks, paying attention. You’ve done it before.”
I had done it before. Boring as fuck. Those guys wouldn’t know a good hand if it slapped them across the face. And they all used pet names on us girls.Sweetie. Honey. Baby.
Fuck. Off.
Gio liked me there sometimes to observe things he couldn’t. Then I would report back my findings and anything I noticed that seemed off. I never thought I’d grow up to be a narc, but here I am, crushing it.
“Great. What time? I told Bobby I’d be back to finish our book.”
“The games start at seven o’clock. You can ride with me.”
Kane drove with one hand on the wheel and one hand resting on the shifter. He still had his suit on–well, half of it. The jacket and tie were long gone. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off those thick, sexy forearms and tattoos. Even in the darkened car, I noted the veins and muscles of his arms. Teasing me. Tempting me. I cleared my throat once I realized I’d been staring for at least a minute.
“You okay?” He glanced over and smirked.
“Um, fine.” I looked out the window observing the scenery leading to the Moretti’s mansion. “Your girl’s gonna be fuming when she realizes you ditched her.”
What I would give to see Lauren’s face when she came back with her friends to find an empty booth. Or a booth occupied with different people.
“She’s not my girl, Dutton,” Kane gritted, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “She’ll be fine. There’s plenty to do around the club. I’m sure she’ll be entertained.”
I let out a puff of air, not wanting to get started on the topic of Lauren freaking Arlington, but the whole situation pissed me off.
“Is she aware that she’s not your girl?” I fiddled with my thumb ring, spinning it while I waited for his response. My gut knotted at the thought of them being together. Don’t ask me why I cared so much. Part of it was how she dropped Bobby like a hot potato once he got hurt. The other part…just don’t ask.
“I haven’t spelled it out for her but I’ve made it clear that I’m not interested in anything serious.”
“Uh huh,” I responded, still twisting my ring. “So just fucking then?”
“That’s so cute,” Kane said quietly.
“What?”
“You’re jealous.”
“I am not,” I snapped, a little too quickly. “I just don’t like her, and even though I don’t like you either, I like her even less. She doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near your family.”
Kane slid his hand over my thigh, squeezing, burning the skin between my dress and boots with his touch. “Lauren is nothing to me. And not just because of what she did with Bobby. Once this bullshit is done with my dad and hers, I’ll never have to be near her again.”
I was hit with memories of that day at school. The way Kane’s thick, calloused, tatted fingers slithered into my pussy and spread me before making me come hard. Heat flooded between my legs as I remembered his hot breath on my neck, his other hand pulling at my nipple.
The way he pushed his thick, hard cock against my ass at my locker and wrapped his fingers around my throat.
“Did you hear me?” He asked, snapping me from my thoughts. He removed his hand and the loss of heat was jolting.
“Yeah, sure.” I took a breath, changing the subject. “I guess I owe you now. For the number. When are you gonna collect?”
Fuck, my brain was latched on sex and it wasn’t going anywhere else, apparently. What I owed him for the phone number was sitting heavily between his legs, and fuck if I didn’t want to make good on our deal right now.
Kane chuckled and shifted in his seat. My eyes wandered down to his lap to see if he was as turned on as I was–see, I told you they had a mind of their own sometimes. In the dark car, I wasn’t able to get a good look, but based on his breathing getting heavier and his eyes hooding somewhat, I’d say he was.
“Whenever I feel like it. When you’re least expecting it,” he said, his voice lowering and getting all deep and sexy.
If I was unsure of his arousal level before, I wasn’t now. That didn’t leave anything to the imagination.
“I’m shaking in my hooker boots.”
“You will be.”