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BRADY: But don't tell her you're talking to me.
BRADY: In fact, don't say anything at all.
BRADY: Screw it. My man is miserable. Send her out here. But be stealthy about it.
ME: Got it.
"Who was that?" Piper asks as I slide my phone in my purse.
"Just a friend. You ready?"
Sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she nods once before opening her door and stepping out, careful not to get her dress caught on anything.
"Want me to go first? See where Max is?"
My gut says it's a good idea. To avoid him like Brady suggested. But I'm feeling fearless, so I shake my head and lead the way. The bass vibrates the wood planks of the porch beneath our feet as we approach. When we open the door, the heat from inside the house smacks me in the face.
At first glance, I don't see Max anywhere.
Good.
At second glance, I spot him in the corner talking to a girl dressed in a skin-tight leather outfit. That doesn't appear it's going to last long. There's a flock of Playboy Bunnies headed that way, their faces pinched tight with anger. Max spots them and runs the other direction, leaving 'leather girl' staring after him confused.
"Why don't we head out back," I holler over the music.
"Mingle a little. I'll meet you out there."
"I'll go with you," I say, reaching for her arm when she turns to leave.
Turning to face me completely, Piper pulls me in for a hug and whispers in my ear. "Don't let Max ruin tonight for you. Have fun. Live a little. And if you need anything, call me."
Pulling back, she holds me at arm’s length and waits for me to agree. I give her a curious stare, but she doesn't acknowledge it, walking away without another word.
It doesn't take me long to realize why.
I feel him approach. The heat from his body wraps around me when his hands land on my waist, pulling me tight against his body.
"You look sinful," he says, his lips dangerously close to my ear.
I was planning on seducing him tonight, not the other way around.
"You like?"
His right hand leaves my hip, his fingers grazing up my arm, over the lace of my gloves, and back down again. When he laces our fingers together and turns me to face him, I expect to find my Prince Charming.
There's no containing the laugh that erupts from my chest. Because Leo's dressed as a prince, but not the sweet and charming kind. He's the prince of darkness, of evil.
"What's so funny?"
"Of all the superheroes you could choose, you picked the Joker. Isn't he a villain?"
"So is Poison Ivy."
He has a point.
"What does it say about us if we both chose evil over good?"
"It says we're a perfect match." Leaning in close, his lips brushing against mine, the faintest of touches, and he adds, "It means we make our own rules."
I like the sound of that.
So, so much.
