Page 127 of Knot What I Expected

Appreciatively.

And that riles the beast in me more than I’d care to admit.

“Damn, Lindsey. Somebody went all out.”

Havoc’s golden eyes narrow.

“I’m not a fucking stripper.”

That only makes them laugh harder.

“Oh, sure you’re not,” another woman says.

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you dressed like that?”

I glance at him.

Jeans. Black T-shirt stretched obscenely tight across a massive chest. Boots. Tattoos. Blond hair still slightly damp in a knot on top of his head, sides freshly shaven.

Honestly? They have a point.

I cover my mouth. Havoc’s gaze snaps to me.

“Don't you dare.”

My shoulders shake.

“I didn't say anything.”

“You're fucking laughing.”

“I am not.”

His eyes narrow.

“Honey Girl, I’m gonna spank your ass red you keep laughing.”

That shuts me up. And it also makes my panties wet. Mostly because of the way he says it.

Low. Rough. Intimate.

The brunette notices too. Her eyes bounce between us. Then she grins.

“Ohhh. Are you supposed to pretend you're here for the bartender first?”

“What?”

“Like part of the act. Then you ditch the trash for me!”

Lindsey claps. She steps toward Havoc. My hidden nature immediately bristles.

I don't like that.

Not one fucking bit.

Which is ridiculous. Havoc isn't mine. Except something deep inside me suddenly has very strong opinions on that subject.