Page 69 of Cozen

“I feel you when you watch me, Sargon. I know it’s you.”

Did she?

Did she really feel him watching her?

He found that all too interesting. He found that little detail all too fucking appealing. This little game between them—whatever the hell it was—could get dangerous quick, fast, and in a real goddamn hurry.

He was starting to get worried that neither of them would realize the kind of danger they were in until it was far too late to do anything about it. And yet there he still was … kind of wishing she would come close enough to him so that he could drag her into the alley where no one would be able to see them.

Sargon cleared his throat, and steeled his mind to think about anything else for the moment. He shrugged one shoulder, and eyed the tip of his cigarette. “I do what I am told to do, Cozen, and when I am told to do it.”

“Is the smoking a new thing?” she asked.

Sargon looked at the cigarette, and then pinged it from his fingertips to send the butt flying into the street. “I like a smoke whenever shit is piling up. I don’t make it a habit, though. It’s bad for your lungs.”

“I bet that’s only one bad habit of many when it comes to you, huh?”

Sargon’s dark gaze jumped up to slam into hers. She froze on the spot—her gaze pinned to his, and her breaths picking up speed a bit the longer they stared at one another. He bet her little heart was just racing under her skin, too.

It was funny, really.

With everyone else, she seemed to be such a good actor. Her mask was always firmly in place. She could make any man around her think that he was her only one—her only interest. She could wrap them around her pinky finger with a smile, and reel them in closer with a wink and a few words.

She was a fucking master at it.

He knew.

He watched her do it.

And yet with him, it seemed like Cozen didn’t have that ability at all. Not to hide her interest, or how her body reacted to his presence. He liked that far too much, too. He liked that he affected her.

Finally, Cozen tore her gaze away from his, and broke their staring contest. She peered down the dark street, and then gave the front of the club a once over, too. “You don’t seem very surprised to see me here.”

“I heard you were asking around about me,” he returned. “Word travels when you know people, Cozen. I figured if you were asking, that must mean you were going to come looking for me, too.”

She still wouldn’t look at him. “Apparently, you come to this club quite often.”

“I know the DJ.”

With that said, Sargon pushed away from the wall he had been leaning against, and stepped out on the sidewalk. He tipped his head to the side, saying, “Are you coming in, or what?”

Cozen lifted a brow. “I don’t know—should I?”

“I’m aware of your schedule, Cozen. Jett sent for it, and handed it off to me so I would know when you would be working. I know why you came tonight—it’s your one night off before the weekend. And I think Jett sent word that he has plans for you this weekend.”

“So?”

“So, I made this easy on you, sweetheart. Clubs aren’t Jett Griffin’s thing. He doesn’t particularly like the music, and the lights give him a headache. That means if we go inside, we’re going to be much less likely to be seen. If we stay out here, I can’t help if someone drives by and sees us. Got it?”

Cozen looked to the club’s front entrance. “Yeah, I got it.”

Sargon watched as Cozen lifted a red martini to her lips, and took a small sip. Next to him at the bar, she looked like all kinds of sin and fun under the lights of the club. She didn’t seem to want to dance, though, and she only agreed to one drink.

“You know, he’s going to look further in to your history,” Sargon said. “Jett, I mean. He’s going to try, anyway. You’ve got him obsessed like nothing else.”

A lot like Sargon, too.

Cozen’s glass hesitated on the next lift to her painted-red lips. “Why, he didn’t find anything worth looking at the first time?”