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“Oh, please do go on.” I smirked.
“It’s supposed to be easier for you to have a…you know.”
“Release? Orgasm? Easier for me to come?”
Slade’s eyes widened as Jagger cursed beside him.
“Well, I’d hate to leave you guys in the dark, so number one—yes. Number two—I don’t have carpet. And number three…that depends on the guy, but it wouldn’t take much right now.”
Jagger’s eyes widened, and Slade’s jaw just about hit the table. That’s right, boys. If you were looking for a wallflower, you need to look elsewhere. I’d never been one to hold my tongue, and I wasn’t about to start, especially when I had both Slade and Jagger’s undivided attention. The key now was to keep it.
“I’m sorry,” I said when neither of them seemed to be able to remember how to speak. Then I leaned forward, giving them both a clear view of my generous breasts. “That wasn’t very ladylike of me, was it?”
“Um…” Slade said, then coughed as he shifted in his seat, and Jagger clenched his fist on top of the table.
“But then, I’ve never really been a lady. More a”—I sat back and picked up my glass to take a sip, then ran the tip of my tongue across my top lip—“wildcat.”
“Oh, fuckin’ hell,” Slade grumbled, and reached down under the table, and it didn’t take a genius to know he was rearranging himself.
“You having fun teasing the shit out of us?” Jagger said when he finally found his tongue, and I finished off my drink.
“Who says I’m teasing?”
Jagger’s mouth curved up at the side, and the smile that spread across his lips transformed his face from handsome to dangerous in the blink of an eye.
“You better only be teasing,” Jagger said, and leaned across the table. “Because little girl, you’re playin’ with fire.”
Chapter Two
IT WAS THE first time I’d been alone with Slade and Jagger like this, and that seemed to be making all the difference. I’d only seen them in a group setting with the rest of the band, or at parties where they were surrounded on all sides and eyes were everywhere.
But tonight? Sitting across from them in a private booth, just the three of us? These guys were definitely giving me their full, undivided attention, and I loved it.
Playing with fire, huh? If they were looking to scare me off, they were wasting their time, because that warning only sounded enticing to me.
I took a small sip of my martini, and when I set it down, I ran my thumb and forefinger up and down the stem of the glass. “But Jagger. I am the fire.”
Jagger’s brown eyes darkened, and then he looked at Slade, whose lips had parted. When Jagger’s gaze found mine again, he shook his head. “I’m gonna need somethin’ stronger than beer to deal with you tonight, wildcat.” He lifted his hand to get the attention of one of the waiters, and when they stopped by the table, I spoke up before he could say anything.
“We’d like a couple rounds of tequila shots, please. Top shelf.” I smiled sweetly at the waiter, as Slade cursed, then I settled back into my seat.
“So,” I said as I looked between the two, who were watching me with a healthy dose of lust and…caution. “How about we get to know each other a little better?”
“I think we know each other just the right amount,” Jagger said, caution clearly still winning out over the arousal swirling in those gorgeous eyes of his, and that just wouldn’t do.
“You think so?”
“I know so. You’re Halo’s younger sister, and we need to treat you just like that. Like a sister.” Jagger looked to Slade.
“Right. Halo’s sister…”
Jagger shook his head as though that would help dislodge whatever image had taken up residence there, and when he returned his attention to me, I brought the swizzle stick back to my mouth and slid it between my lips.
The move worked like a charm. Both men were back to watching my mouth, and when I closed my lips around another olive and sucked it free, Slade took a deep breath and settled back in his seat, a frustrated look stamped across his sexy face.
That wasn’t the kind of look someone gave their sister. It was clear these two were used to going after—and getting—what they wanted, but with me they were putting on the brakes, and that just wouldn’t do.
“Okay, fine,” I said, swirling the stick with the final olive around the bottom of my martini. “But just so you know, I’m not thinking of you two like a sister at all.”
“Imogen…” Jagger said, and it wasn’t lost on me that his voice had dipped several octaves.
“What? I’m just being honest.”
“You’re being a tease,” Jagger said, but there was no bite behind the words, no annoyance. In fact, the way he said it made it sound as though he were enjoying every second of it.
