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I smile and nod.
“Okay…” she draws out. She eyes me suspiciously, but eventually turns and starts making the drinks. I intently watch her make mine, knowing that even though girl code is a thing, you can never be too sure.
God, my job makes me suspicious as hell.
She slides four glasses in front of me. I grab them, holding them between my fingers carefully in an attempt not to drop them. “Thanks,” I say, glancing at her nametag, “Kenna.”
Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I cross the room. When I get close enough to the table, I hear Ace whisper in a harsh tone, “No, Blais. This shit ends tonight.” Blais must spot me coming because he straightens in his seat, giving Ace a pointed look, telling him to shut the fuck up.
“Looks like you have room for one more,” I say a little too cheery, setting the drinks on the table.
Blais chuckles. “Only for you.” His soft tone is different than I was expecting, judging by the intense conversation I just interrupted.
A deep growl rolls out of Theon’s chest as he stares me down with a threatening look. I don’t know what his problem is, but I won’t let him scare me. Instead I keep staring right into his golden hazel eyes, not backing down. I spend my days facing dangerous criminals; I’m not going to let him think I’m easily intimidated.
“Mind if I sit?” I ask, my eyes still on Theon. The little twitch of his lip doesn’t go unnoticed. I can tell he’d rather have me walk the fuck out of here and never come back.
“I’d offer you a seat on my lap, but judging by the way you ran from us the other night, I don’t think you’d be interested.” Blais’ voice draws my attention from the angry man with the soul-wrenching eyes.
“Don’t pay attention to him,” Ace says, sliding out of the booth. “You can sit by me.” He gestures for me to take the inside seat.
“Thanks,” I murmur, grabbing my drink and sliding into the booth.
“That sounds like a good offer, Blais, but desperate isn’t my type,” I snark. His brows furrow, his eyes filling with anger, but it’s quickly gone, replaced by his usual smug grin. This is the first time I’ve really seen him like that since I met them last week. He’s usually so easy going. He must not get turned down a lot.
Well, if I’m being honest, If I wasn’t undercover I’d see if that big dick energy of his lives up to the real thing..
Ace full out laughs at my remark, and it’s one of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard. The deep and unrestrained rumble is like music to my ears. “I bet Blais will have you squirming under his touch by the end of the night.” His muscular body leans into mine, and I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together from the pulse it sends straight to my pussy.
My cheeks flush at the thought of Blais’ tattooed hands touching every inch of my body. My mind doesn’t stop at his hands though. An image of his pink hair between my legs as his warm tongue, with that delicious piercing, circles my clit runs through my head. I shift in my seat and Blais gives me a knowing look.
Zamira. Stop. You have one job, and you’re about to blow it because your vag is aching for some stranger to touch you.
“Not a chance,” I blurt out, taking a sip of my drink. I know they haven’t put anything in my drink, but in the academy, I learned to be skeptical of everything.
Nothing is ever how it seems.
“What do you want?” Theon speaks in a gruff voice, his unexpected words making me flinch. Blais rests his hand in the crook of Theon’s arm as if to calm him down or to warn him—one of the two.Does the man ever smile?I’ve only ever seen a scowl and narrow eyes rest on his handsome face.
“I can’t just want to have a couple drinks with you? You guys sure wanted to hang out the other night.”
“Of course,” Ace grunts. “Why the change of heart?”
Let’s hope my acting skills are good enough for this conversation.
“You’ve been so nice to me. I just wanted to make it up to you for rushing out on you the other night,” I lie, planting a sweet smile on my lips. Theon scoffs, but I don’t look him in the eyes because something tells me he can see right through me.
“Well, thanks for the drinks. All is forgiven,” Ace hums, giving me the fakest smile I’ve ever seen. The cold look in his eyes makes my stomach drop. Based on that, I highly doubt all is forgiven, whatever that may be.
Something is off.
“So, Courtney Thompson,” Blais says, emphasizing my name. “When did you move to Cincinnati?”
Like clockwork, I recite the details that I’ve spent months memorizing. “About three months ago.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s your favorite part about Cincinnati? Mine is how safe it is with the amount of law enforcement we have here,” Ace says, making my body still. It’s a strange comment to make, especially one that feels very pointed.
Don’t freak out. He’s just making small talk. He doesn’t know. He couldn’t.
