She shakes her full head of bouncy, blonde hair. “I doubt it, darling. But… you’re nowhere near as innocent as you look.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, alarm hitting me.
Oh, God, do they all know what happened?
“I’ve seen you with Ace, and the way he looks at you. Rook, too.”
I swallow and don’t say anything. WhatcanI say?
“I observe people,” she says. “I might be an exhibitionist, but I also like to watch. People are endlessly fascinating. My happiest time in life was the six months I spent in France as a model. The cafes are wonderful. Just sitting on a sidewalk, watching the world go by.”
“What kind of modeling did you do?” I can’t imaginewith a body like hers she was on the fashion catwalks; she’s far too curvy.
“Playboy. That kind of thing. But also some runway shows. And I attended some yacht parties as a hostess. They were gross, though. People like to smear these guys, but I prefer being here among the bikers to being on a yacht with spoiled billionaires. These men are honest, and you get what you see. If they want to fuck you, they’ll make it clear, and if you say no, they leave you alone. Or the club will deal with them harshly.”
Glancing around to make sure no one is nearby, I lean in and lower my voice. “What did you mean with the comment about Jack?”
Her mouth tips up into a smile on one side, a little bit sexy and a whole lot knowing. “Oh, darling, come on. I couldsee you. In the clubhouse when Tank and me were putting on our show. You enjoyed it, didn’t you? With the help of Jack!”
Oh, my God. My heart stops for a moment before beating harder and faster in my chest. So, itwasJack. He was the one who did those things to me. I almost sway on the spot at the news because this means he’s into me, really into me. It also means he’s full of self-righteous bullshit.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
My question seems to confuse her. “Am I sure about what?”
“That it was Jack with me in the club?”
She presses her lips together as she holds back a smile. “Well, well, well, you really are a little minx. You didn’t know who was doing that to you?” She blows out a breath. “And I thought I was the adventurous one.”
I ignore her comment. I have to know for sure, andthere can’t be any room for misinterpretation. If I go to Jack with this, and it turns out I misunderstood Felicia or she got it wrong, then I’ll be confessing to Jack that I let a man whose identity I didn’t know finger me in the clubhouse.
“You’re certain it was him, though?”
“Darling, I saw him right behind you, his hand up your skirt. I’m sure.” She taps one long fingernail against her pink lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell. I don’t want to be on the wrong side of Jack. I haven’t even told Tank. Though I must admit, I thought you knew.”
“No. I mean, yes, but… it’s complicated.” Fuck, I am burning up with the weight of her stare on me.
“Listen, no judgement from me, but just be careful. These men play dangerous games, and you’re a young slip of a thing, and God knows what will happen if they all start fighting over you.” She shrugs then looks beyond me and smiles brightly. “Ace, my beautiful boy. Is one of those for me?”
I whip around as Ace strides toward us, holding two glasses filled with dark liquid. I know one of those is my vodka and Coke. Ace hands me it and looks at the second glass.
“You can have it if you want, Felicia. It’s vodka and Coke.”
“Thanks, darling. I will.” She takes the drink, letting her fingers brush over his for a beat too long.
I frown at the gesture. Is she into Ace? Or is she just one of those naturally flirty women? But then a shadow falls over us.
“What are you doing?” a heavy bass voice demands.
Felicia turns around and stares up at the man who was fucking her over the pool table. He’s even biggerclose up, and I can see why he’s called Tank. He’s probably six-five and has muscle on muscle. There aren’t many men who could make Jack look small, but he manages to.
“Oh, nothing. Maybe you need to remind me who I belong to, though.” She bats her lashes up at him, and he growls, picks her up, and tosses her over his shoulder, making her spill her drink, and carries her away from us and the crowds.
“She’s a lot,” Ace says with a shake of his head.
“As if you wouldn’t be into her, given half the chance.” I laugh, though I don’t really mean it. I’m testing the waters, seeing if I have any reason to be jealous.
He frowns, seemingly unamused. “She’s not my type.”
