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“I’ll catch you later,” I say to him.
“I won’t wait up.” His eyes bounce between Rory and me, then he leans down and whispers, “Remember, if she wants to spank you, let her.” Straightening, he gives me a wink and walks out with his new friend.
When I look back at Rory, her big blue eyes are watching me as if she’s trying to figure something out. Then her lips go over the straw in her drink, and a new wave of heat hits me.
“Listen, there’s something I want to talk to you about,” she says as she finishes her drink and puts the glass on the bar. “I have an offer.”
My eyebrow goes up. “What kind of offer.”
“Maybe we could go somewhere a little more private to talk?”
Christ, I’m so tempted.
I picture dragging my tongue along the smooth contours of her throat, and my cock busts against my zipper.
“I need help with something, and I have a feeling you’re the man for the task.”
Our eyes lock.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, but it’s dirty work,” she rasps.
I want to look away but I can’t.
“Dirty is good,” I say roughly.
The ways she bites into her lip is tantalizing.
“I think you’ll find it very satisfying,” she whispers.
I fight back a groan because I’m one more lip bite away from crashing my lips to hers. “I can imagine I would.”
I want nothing more than to take her back to my room in the clubhouse and spend the night making her scream my name.
Fuck, just thinking about her stretched out on my bed all naked and creamy is doing shit to me.
But I come to my senses and decide to shut it down before things go too far.
I clear my throat. “Listen, you’re sweet, and I’d be lying if I said I’m not tempted, but this isn’t going to happen.”
For a moment, she looks confused, then her eyebrow shoots up. “Whoa, there, cowboy. You’re getting ahead of yourself.” She puts her hands up and takes a step back. “No need to turn down what I’m not even offering.”
Now, I’m confused.
She gives me a pointed look. “I’m not asking you to sleep with me, Prince Charming, I’m asking you to kill my stepfather.”
I don’t react to what she says.
Instead, I remain calm despite my head scrambling to make sense of what she’s just said.
Does she know about my past?
I take a look at her—a good look this time.
No. She doesn’t know who I am and what I used to do for a living.
But she comes from Boston.
