Page 32 of Deadly Sins

Kyle released me, then reached across the bar and placed his hand on Grant’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, man. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

Grant’s gaze ping-ponged between Kyle and me. His hand squeezed his glass, his nostrils flared. I’d known Grant for so long that I could tell he was annoyed. I didn’t think he suspected me of being Mia, but maybe he just didn’t want me to work with his friends.

But then, why would he bring me here for the interview?

Something was wrong; I had to trust my gut and not dismiss my instincts.

But I couldn’t allow his reaction to matter at the moment.

I thanked Kyle and followed Grant out of the bar, my high heels slipping into the gravel outside. Like quicksand, my feet sank into the earth, and for a moment, I wondered what it would be like to disappear.

But unfortunately, I recovered and caught up with Grant. He was already sitting on his bike, his tight jeans showing off that perfect ass of his. His head was turned toward the beach, and I followed his gaze to the ocean.

I couldn’t help myself—my desire to soothe him, alleviate any pain I was causing him, overtook my resolve to remain emotionally distant in order to guard my secrets. I climbed on the bike, wrapped my arms around him, and nuzzled his neck.

No words were exchanged, just enjoyment of the silence in this moment, comforting him the only way I could. I tried to radiate warmth toward him and project with my body how much I truly loved him.

My nails lightly scraped against his beard, and I traced the scar on his neck. His green eyes gave me a wounded stare, and a guilty shiver flashed through my body, remembering how I’d left him when he’d been injured.

I turned his face toward me. “Thank you for taking me to here. Okay. I quit Panthers.”

His cold glare softened, and his mouth widened into a slight smile. He licked his lips and nodded. I knew that look—smug, sexy, satisfied. He loved to get his way, so I was happy to give him this false sense of victory.

I let him drive me back to my place, wondering for a second if it was a mistake for him to see where I lived. But I felt it would be odder if I refused. I had to have faith in my blessings and believe that I was finally being granted some good luck.

We arrived at my apartment. My mind prepared some excuses to give to prevent him from coming upstairs. But to my surprise, he didn’t even ask.

At the door, he pressed his body against mine, his hard cock teasing me through my pants. “Can I see you tomorrow?”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “Yes. Where do we go?”

He smirked. “I’ll take you to Panthers to quit and get your car.”

Shit, I’d forgotten I’d left my car parked overnight. “Okay. You can take me to there.”

He pushed me up against the wall, his lips claiming mine. I let out a moan as his tongue explored my mouth. God, I wanted him. I wanted to scream, I’m Mia, I’m yours, always and forever.

Playing this sex-kitten role, being this close to the man I loved, had renewed in me my deepest desires for him. I wanted to lose myself in him—in us—in pleasure. Have him fuck me until I could forget about how much I’d screwed up my life.

Instead, he let out a maniacal laugh. Like he recognized my desire, like he’d caught on to my game. “I’ll pick you up at eleven.”

I watched Grant walk back toward his bike, looking like some buff blond movie star sex god. Even from afar, I could see his wicked smirk in my direction. He pulled his helmet down and took off, barreling down the road.

I could feel a knot forming in my belly. I didn’t know what to make of the peculiar way Grant was behaving. All this time, I thought I was the one trying to play a part, but maybe I was the one truly being deceived.