Blaize would be lingering in the shadows. She was always watching me, but she never wanted to do anything. If she didn’t care, then why was she watching me like a creeper in the shadows? I wanted to make her jealous, and then we would truly see how much she didn’t care. I already knew the answer, but now it was time to get a reaction. Even if I was setting myself up for failure.
I walked towards Hunter, and she eyed me with curiosity. “Soooo.”
“You’re planning something, huh?”
I smirked. “Maybe I am. So like, would you say no if I offered you a lap dance and we talked?”
“A lap dance, huh? And why would you want to do that?”
I leaned in closer to her, touching her wrist. “Maybe I want a little more adventure in my life.”
“Adventure. Or are you trying to make a certain brooding boss jealous?” Shit. “Keep going, I think it’s cute. You won’t be giving me a lap dance, though.” She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. “When you’re on my lap, you’ll beriding my strap. But I feel like I’ll need someone’s permission before that happens.”
Holy good goddamn.
“Oh really now? And whose permission do you need to fuck me?” I touched her arm, taking a dangerous leap. Hunter wouldn’t fuck me, but maybe she would play along. “You know, it’s funny. I keep waiting, but maybe I’m chasing the wrong woman.”
“You’re playing a risky game, Kadence.”
I shrugged, glancing behind me and seeing the woman of the hour. “Maybe I like taking risks, and besides, the company is better.”
She smirked, taking her beer bottle and bringing it to her lips. “You got her attention. Now what are you going to do about it?”
I leaned in closer to Hunter, my lips close to her shoulder. “What do you think she’ll do if you touch me right now?”
Hunter glanced in the corner where Blaize was seething. Blaize was ready to kill with the way her glare was directed towards us. Hunter laughed, shaking her head as she turned into me, slightly giving me a better view of her cleavage. If I was willing to take a chance, I would let Hunter fuck me right now, but I didn’t think she would do that. Being friends with Blaize meant there had to be a boundary or something between them, but I also wasn’t Blaize’s, so technically there wouldn’t be any harm.
Hunter shook her head. “Careful what you ask for.”
“I’m tired of asking,” I whispered.
“She is two seconds away from ripping my head off and claiming what’s hers.”
I rolled my eyes, brushing a strand of Hunter’s blonde hair away from her face. It was a move I didn’t need to do, but I knewit would be enough to push Blaize over the edge. “If I was truly hers, she would act like it. What is she waiting for?”
And just like that, Blaize stormed across the bar, wrapping her hand around my wrist. My breath caught in my throat momentarily as she pulled me from the bar and upstairs. I was too focused on not falling to argue, but this was what I wanted.
CHAPTER 55
BLAIZE
The second my door slammed shut, whatever control I had was gone. I didn’t even think about the consequences. I turned on her, my grip tightening as I shoved her back, her body hitting the wall with a sharp breath. One hand boxed her in and the other wrapped firmly around her throat.
“Careful…you’re losing that control you love so much.” She looked pleased—satisfied. Her lips curved slowly like she was savoring this moment.
I wanted to wipe that fucking smirk off her face. My jaw tightened as my grip did the same. “I know the game you’re playing, Kadence.”
“What game is that? Taking a chance on someone else? I wonder how you’ll react if I let Hunter put her mouth on my pussy? Maybe I should go downstairs and fall to my knees, beg her to fuck me.”
I clenched my jaw so hard, I swore my teeth would shatter. If she did that, Hunter would fuck her. The only thing keeping her from fucking Kadence was me. Hunter was a damn good friend, and it pissed me off that Kadence was using her to make me jealous.
“You don’t get to flirt with anyone else.” Fuck. I already lit the match, might as well jump headfirst with it.
She laughed, but it wasn’t bitter. “Oh? And what are you going to do about it?”
Pull away.
It was the smartest thing I could do—but I wasn’t smart when it came to this woman. She made me react instead of think. I needed to get in control of this situation, and fast. I needed to make her understand the dangerous game she was playing. Us sharing one night meant nothing. It was the best thing for both of us.
