“It is. They don’t like each other.” Gray chuckles. Tannis and I have that in common.“If Dante catches wind that Tannis is skulking around, then he won’t show his face.”
“Isn’t that just poking the bear at this point?”
Gray’s hand tightens around mine. “Don’t underestimate Tannis. The reason I asked them for help is because they’re so much stronger than me.”
“Are all vampires not made equally?” I ask in a slightly joking way.
“Not all, no,” Gray deadpans.
“What does that even mean?”
As we arrive at the door, he opens it for me, but blocks the way. A dark look crosses his face, but his voice is alluring as he speaks. “It means some of us are more…talentedthan others.”
I feel my feet move toward him, drawing me closer. “Then what’s your talent?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He smiles.
I do. I really, really would. I place one hand against his chest and push him inside. He grabs me with equal force, turning me into a dark corner inside the building. Back here, there’s a long hallway that lets out to Dax’s office and the dressing rooms for the girls. Someone could walk back here, or stroll in through the door, but I couldn’t care less.
“I didn’t get a chance to do it in the car.” He leans close to my ear and hums, “But every second you spent tucked between my legs, I imagined you riding my cock again. Just like you did last night.”
Oh shit.
He moves from my ear, eyes on mine as he hovers a thumb over my lips, careful not to smudge. “It’s a sinful thing to look so fuckable when I can’t do anything about it, Millie.”
“Funny”—I reach for his waist and tilt my head up for a closer inspection of his lips—“I was going to say the same thing about you.”
“Millie, Millie, Millie.” He shakes his head, the tip of his nose brushing mine. “What am I going to do with you?”
“You could start by kissing me.”
With a grin, Gray presses me against the wall, mouth closed over mine. His tongue licks along the seam of my lips, and I part them for him. Our tongues clash, eager to taste the other, all while our hands press and search along each other’s bodies. I burn for his touch, lighting up all over again when he pushes through my coat for the space between my legs. I’m already wet, needy, and hungry for part two of last night, but he won’t give it to me.
Instead, he hovers above my clit and pulls back from my lips. I can’t really see anything except the glow of his red eyes in the dark, pinned in place by his gaze.
“There’s your answer, Millie,” he says, pulling at the front of my thong. The fabric slides along my arousal, pulling up to cup the swollen bud. I’m already panting when he gives it a light tug. “My talent is making your pretty pussy wet.”
My heart slams into my chest and bottoms out where the slap of my thong snaps back into place. The thought of taking him back to Tannis’s car and ruining the expensive leather upholstery crosses my mind when I hear my name called from down the hall—from Dax’s office.
“Has anyone seen Millie?”
Across his desk, Dax doesn’t look happy.
The dim yellow light of his office adds shadows to the creases on his face. It’s so dark I can practically see the word ‘pissed’ spelled out on his forehead. He might not have caught us, but I still feel like I’m sitting on the hot seat. Of course, I’m the only one in it. Gray managed to escape. Apparently, Trace strong-armed Dax into hiring him the night we left, which is the only explanation I got before he and I parted ways.
“Where did you go last night?” Dax asks, stern and demanding. He’s tense, riled up, and I can see it in the way he sets his shoulders.
“A party,” I say, a little taken aback by his tone.
“You didn’t answer any of my calls, or open any of my texts,” he states plainly. I saw his messages, and I also saw Jill’s. He pulled her into it, too, so I’m sure I’ll have to do damage control on that end once we’re done working things out.
“No offense, Dax, but what does that matter? We’re not dating.”
His jaw ticks. “No. We’re not.”
“Okay, so why am I on the hot seat?” I cross my arms over my chest, defiant. “I get that you’re jealous, and I’m sorry, but we agreed—”
“I know what we agreed on!” he booms, slamming his fists on the desk. I startle, dropping my hands to my lap and bite my bottom lip. Dax takes a deep breath, and then says, softer this time, “I know what we agreed on.”
