Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Thatcher took a drink from his glass as a wicked grin curled his lips. “Did you see his date?”
As if anyone could miss her.
“Yeah.”
He licked his bottom lip. “I forgot how fucking hot she was.”
I hadn’t. She’d appeared in more than one of my fantasies over the past seven months. I wasn’t telling him that though. Knowing her scheme and seeing it in action were two different things. Didn’t mean I wouldn’t fuck her if I had the chance, but it did leave me with a certain disgust that took some of her appeal away. She could never be truly trusted. I’d know her lies, and it would make me dislike her more- even when they fell from her ridiculously plump pink lips.
“She’s gonna need a ride home. Think I’ll offer,” he said as his eyes stayed locked on Jameson.
“Stay focused,” I replied irritably.
Jesus, the woman even had Thatcher distracted.
Stellan stepped in front of Jameson, causing them to stop. We stood back and waited in case he was stupid enough to run. I knew other guests were watching. They all knew what was happening, and it was likely the crowd would clear out. None of them wanted to be an innocent bystander, not that we’d handle this in the open. Stellan would take him somewhere away from witnesses.
“He’s trembling,” Thatcher said with amusement in his voice.
Briar turned slightly and glanced back over her shoulder. When her eyes met mine, she tensed. I smirked, unable to help myself. She was putting the pieces together. Whatever Stellan was saying right now, I had no doubt she understood the real meaning behind his words.
Her hand slid away from Jameson’s arm, and she said something with that bright showstopping smile of hers, then stepped back away from him. When she started in our direction, I was surprised. I had expected her to get away. Leave. Get the hell out of here. Not walk directly to the danger. I wondered where she had that gun of hers stowed. Probably the little purse she had tucked under her arm.
“Here, kitty, kitty,” Thatcher muttered under his breath.
I didn’t have time to tell him to shut up before she was in front of us.
Her eyes swung from Thatcher to me. “What’s he done?” she asked point-blank.
“Hiss,” Thatcher replied.
“Can’t tell you that. But you should leave,” I told her, wishing like fuck she didn’t interest me.
She took a deep breath and studied me for a moment. “I see,” she finally replied.
The disappointment in her eyes only managed to piss me off. Could she not even pretend like she cared about someone other than herself?
“Waste of time,” she muttered, glancing back at him.
Damn, this woman was bold with her intensions. She didn’t give a shit about hiding them. It was all about her gain. She could do so much more with that face and that voice. Yet she chose to be a manipulative, lying bitch. At least she wasn’t using a nice guy. If anyone deserved to be fucked over by a woman, it was Jameson.
“Just keep talking, kitty,” Thatcher said to her. “I’m getting harder by the second.”
Rolling my eyes, I jerked my gaze off her. He wasn’t wrong. The hard, ruthless shit, coming from someone who looked like every sin I ever wanted to commit, was hot. Even if it was twisted.
“Get an Uber,” I snapped. “He won’t be driving tonight.”
“Or you can wait on me,” Thatcher offered, which was so unlike him that I had to stare at him to see if he was serious.
He winked at her. He fucking winked. “I don’t pay to fuck, but for you, I’d make an exception.”
I winced, cutting my eyes back to Briar.
Her gaze narrowed, and the anger that lit up those ocean-blue eyes didn’t surprise me. She might use wealthy men for what they could give her, but flat-out being labeled a prostitute wasn’t something she was gonna be okay with. Why was it that gold diggers didn’t realize it was the same fucking thing?
“I’ll have to pass on that offer, sugar,” she replied with a thick Southern accent, making that last word sound as sarcastic as she meant it to be. “I prefer my men on the right side of the law and mentally stable.”
He chuckled as if enjoying this entire conversation. “Sweetheart, the law is always on our side, and mentally stable is overrated.”
She cocked one eyebrow at him. “Perhaps, but the dark, twisted shit in your eyes isn’t something I’m drawn to. I prefer the”—she paused, her eyes shifting to me—“sexy ones with a smile you can trust. I’ve had my fill of darkness.”
Was that a proposition?
“Don’t let his face fool you. I’ve seen him slice off a man’s dick and shove it in his mouth until he suffocated on it,” Thatcher said with a sadistic laugh.