Page 92 of Cozen

“Did he fuck you?”

The heat in his voice couldn’t be missed. A warning lingered there—unmistakable and dark. A promise of violence in a whisper.

“No,” Cozen said, “but certainly not because he isn’t interested.”

Sargon’s jaw tightened, and so did his fingers around the steering wheel. “That’s a good, and bad, answer.”

“I only lie to work, or save my life.”

His gaze darted to hers again before he asked, “And what is it that you do, Cozen—for work?”

“I play a part to get what I need.”

Not a lie.

Sargon smirked. “I’m not sure if that falls into the good or bad category for an answer this time.”

“It’s all you’re getting.” She twisted the gold band on her thumb. “And what do you do, Sargon?”

“You already know—I am a bodyguard, or an errand runner, depending on his need.”

“For Jett, sure. But what else?”

“I’m usually the one making sure shit doesn’t go bad, Cozen. I blend in well, and I like to be on the move. So, what I do this month may be vastly different from what I am doing next month.” Sargon chuckled dryly. “Did he try at all?”

Cozen gave him another look. “Try what?”

“Jett—did he try to fuck you?”

“No, he sent me home, although it’s clear he’s invested.”

“Invested … that’s an interesting way to describe what he was trying to do tonight.”

Cozen’s brow furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“He was showing you what you could have, Cozen. His people, and his beautiful things. You could be one of those beautiful things if you wanted to be. All the wealth, and the lifestyle he leads. It could all be yours, if you asked for it. If you wanted it bad enough.”

And yet, she didn’t.

“I know what I want,” she murmured, staring straight at Sargon.

He looked back, unashamed. “Do you?”

“I will always know, Sargon.”

Sargon pulled the black town car into the parking lot of Cozen’s apartment building, and cut the engine. “I will walk you up.”

Cozen passed him a look. “Will you stay, too?”

He lifted a single brow, but didn’t reply. He hadn’t expected her to be so bold or brazen in asking him to stay the night, but he really couldn’t find himself to be surprised, either. This woman was constantly doing things that stunned him silent.

Instead of answering her, Sargon stepped out of the car. He quickly moved to her side, and opened the passenger door before offering his hand to Cozen. She took it, and he helped her out of the car with a smile.

“Lead the way,” he murmured.

Cozen gave him another one of those half-amused, half-annoyed looks, but she did what he said. Sargon stayed a couple of steps behind her as she headed for her apartment building. He considered it a win-win, anyway.

He got to watch her ass move beneath that dress.