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My chest still heaving, I zipped and buttoned my jeans, and then I pushed off the glass wall, moving to the opposite side of the room.
Viper let out a shameless chuckle. “Smart move.” Then he zipped his pants, leaving the button undone. “So what now?”
I bit down on my lip and forced my gaze away. The sun had set, the room fading into darkness but still illuminated by the glow of the lights from Central Park and the buildings surrounding it. It was beautiful, maybe the best view of the city I’d ever seen, and Viper got to look at it every day as he penned lyrics for TBD. Lyrics like the ones I’d been singing tonight. The ones he’d written about me.
No, don’t think about that. Think about anything but that.
“You’ve got a great place,” I said, and then cringed, because how lame was I?
Viper cocked his head, a hint of amusement on his lips. “You tryin’ to tell me you want that tour now?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
I shrugged, not even caring he could see right through me then, and ran my hand along the back of one of the recliners. “So…you wrote the song here last night?”
“No. I wrote it in my bedroom.”
“Oh.” Jesus, Halo, find your brain, would you? “And, um, it’s about…?”
Viper’s eyes followed me as I stopped behind the recliner, using it like a shield. “You askin’ me if I wrote it about you, Angel?”
Was I? I mean, I already knew the answer, but for some reason, I really wanted to hear him admit it. “Yes.”
Viper’s lips tugged up at the side as he walked to the bar, no doubt taking great pleasure in making me sweat this out as he pulled a bottle of vodka from the freezer. As he twisted the cap off the bottle, Viper ran those dark, suggestive eyes over me and said, “Yes.”
Fuck. Okay. That was sexy as hell, and when my fingers dug into the back of the recliner, Viper’s eyes fell to them, not missing a thing.
“You like that? That you make my cock hard.”
“Jesus.” I cleared my throat. “You don’t beat around the bush.”
“Correct,” Viper said as he poured two glasses. “I don’t beat any part of myself around a bush. But you? I definitely beat off to you last night.”
Wow. Okay. Was this conversation really happening? I couldn’t believe that I was standing in Viper’s living room talking about him getting off to—
“It’s your own fault.” Viper cut off my thoughts as he picked up the tumblers and stepped around the bar, his destination clear—me. “From the second you showed up for your audition, I wanted to fuck you.”
Over the past couple of weeks, I’d come to learn that Viper wasn’t the kind of guy who hid behind fancy words, or hid in general. If he felt something, or wanted someone, he had no problem expressing it. So while I knew he was trying to shock me, I wouldn’t have expected him to act any other way.
“You did?”
Viper stopped on the other side of the recliner and held a glass out to me, and when I reached for it and he didn’t immediately release it, our eyes met in a kind of standoff. “I still do.”
I swallowed around the lump somewhere in the back of my throat as I tried not to squirm under that direct gaze. Then something else occurred to me. “That’s not why you hired me, is it?”
Viper snorted and released the glass. “That’s why we almost didn’t hire you, Angel. Trust me, you’re in the band because you’re fucking talented. The fact that I want to suck your dick is—was—a frustration I was just gonna have to deal with. But now…” Viper’s gaze lowered to the button of my jeans, where, yeah, I was still hard. “Now it seems I might get to satisfy that particular problem.”
“I don’t know. That seems kind of messy.”
Viper looked up at me, and it wasn’t until right then that I realized why his eyes always looked so dark. It was his lashes. They were so thick and full it almost looked as though he had permanent liner rimming them.
“Oh, it would be messy, Angel. A sweaty, hot mess. And by the end of it, you’d want to do it all over again.”
Keeping my eyes trained on his, I raised the glass to my lips and took a sip of the vodka. It was a strange sensation to feel so aware of your body and yet be so unsure of it at the same time. It felt as though every nerve ending I had was on high alert, and all because Viper was looking at me like he wanted to…what? Consume me?
As that thought slammed into me with startling clarity, the same kind of heat that had raced through me during my late-night escapades with YouTube licked along my veins, and I was reminded of why I’d sought him out in the first place. Viper had been consuming another just last night.
