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I snort. “Tell that to Carter.”
By the time Dom knocks on my door five minutes later, I’ve shrugged off the girl who was in love with Beast and firmly stepped into the role of Grim. I promised Christy I would listen to him, and I will, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to take him back no matter what she has seen in our future.
“Come in,” I call out, arms folded across my chest in defence mode that I quickly uncross because letting him know I’m feeling out of sorts by his sudden appearance today isn’t what Grim would do. She is strong, unfazed by anyone, and it’s her grit I funnel as Dom opens the door and Beast steps past him into my office. I glance at Beast quickly, willing my heart to stop racing and ignoring the very real need to just go to him, then give a tight smile to Dom.
“Need me to stay?” he asks.
“No. Get home to Nancy. I’ll see you back here tomorrow night for Ziggy’s fight.”
“Sure thing.” He nods once, flicks his gaze to the back of Beast’s head and smirks, shutting the door behind him.
“I should shoot you dead now,” I state, my fingers running over the Glock resting on my desk, internally wincing at the opposing emotions fucking with my head. I just want to go to him, wrap my arms around him, but I can’t. I fucking can’t.
“I wouldn’t stop you,” he replies evenly.
“Do you have a death wish?” I ask, genuinely interested, and trying hard to focus on being Grim and not the girl who’s still in love with him.
He holds his hands out, palms up. “The only wish I have is for the chance to talk. That’s it. That’s all.”
We stare at each other for long moments, and I’d be a liar if I didn’t want to throw caution to the wind and forgive him instantly for everything.
But I can’t do that.
Iwon’tdo that.
“Drink?” I ask instead, if only because I need something to do with my hands.
Without waiting for him to reply, I push back from the table and stride over to the drinks cabinet in the corner of the room, pouring us both a three-fingered shot of bourbon. I take my time, letting him get his fill of my fitted shirt, tight leather skirt, bare legs, and stiletto ankle boots. I know for a fact my knee-length skirt hugs my arse, and the slit at the back gives glimpses of my thighs. He’s not the only one who’s kept themselves fit these past couple years. I spar three times a week with Dom and Mark and train with Cleveland, one of the mercenaries, twice a week too. I keep up with pole dancing as much as I can with Nancy and Matty as well. Exercise has helped to keep my mind focused, sharp. What no one knows is that on my nights off I indulge in copious amounts of junk food to ease the pain in my chest whilst sitting in my threadbare pyjamas, feeling lonely as fuck.
There has to be balance, right?
With his eyes on me, I grab the drinks and return to my seat, sliding one across the table to him. “Sit.”
Beast nods, watching me carefully as he pulls out the chair and takes a seat opposite me. I will my cheeks not to flush at the intense way he stares at me, but rather than looking away I stare right back,notwilling to let him see how affected I am by him.
Taking a sip of the bourbon, I wait.
“Kate…” Beast begins.
“Grim,” I retort firmly.
“Grim,” he corrects, leaning forward and clasping his hands together on the table, completely ignoring the glass of bourbon. My gaze trails over his thick fingers and the veins protruding on the back of his hands before I slowly lift my eyes to meet his. I’m pretty sure he was just checking out my tits too. Can’t say I blame him, they’ve filled out some since he left. I guess I’m what you call a late bloomer.
“You’ve got five minutes. Speak,” I demand, so fucking grateful my voice remains steady.
“You look good,” he remarks, the sound of lust in his voice like a wet dream come true.
There’s no denying the need in his eyes and for a second I allow myself to bask in it. To let his words wash over me like a sweet caress. Then I pull my shit together.
“If you’re just here to compliment me on my looks then you can get your arse up out of that chair and fuck right off. I don’t need your compliments, Beast. I get enough of them as it is.”
His eyes flash with possession, and a whole dose of jealousy, but he shuts both down and nods, clearing his throat. “I’m sure you do.”
We fall silent again, and I pick up another cigarette, lighting it. He looks surprised but instead of questioning why I’ve taken up smoking, he nods towards the cigarette packet. “May I?”
“You may,” I say, inwardly smiling at the way he seems to shift uncomfortably in his seat. I wonder if he still has a boner. The sheer fact he got hard because he knew I was watching him strip makes me feel all kinds of ways. Mostly horny, but also wanted,desired.
Yeah, I’ve had plenty men want to fuck me, but the way Beast is looking at me now, it’s different. It’s more.
