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“Thanks, yeah, it’s a great opportunity. I’ve always wanted to come to London, and um... I was wondering if you’d like to meet up and have a drink or something?”
My heart sank. He seemed so hopeful, and I hated to let him down. “Oh, Jabari, I’d love to, but...”
“But you have other stuff going on? No, I get it. I mean, we only met for a day, it’s not like we’re best mates or anything.” He sounded so down after the excitement of a minute ago, and my frustration bubbled up inside of me.
“You know what? It’s fine. I’ll try to move some things around. I’d love to see you.”
“Really?” His voice brightened. “That would be great. I’m really flexible, just call me when you have some time, and I’ll get to you.”
I grinned. “I’ll try my best. Good luck with your meeting with Lord Fallon.”
“Thanks, see you soon, Tory!”
“See you.” I turned off the phone and placed it back on the bed. The room seemed even quieter now after Jabari’s excitement. I wasn’t sure how I was going to persuade West to let me go and meet Jabari for a drink, but maybe he could come here? We could send a car or something. I stretched and sat up, reaching for my trainers. I was sick to death of being in here. Even my binge watch ofGilmore Girlswasn’t appealing to me at the moment. The sun was shining outside, and I was itching to get out. I wondered who was on duty today. Zayn might let me go out for a walk, or Jack if I forgave him.
I didn’t quite have guards at my bedroom door, but there was one on each entrance to the house. I decided I needed a hit of caffeine in case I ran into West and headed to the kitchen. At half ten in the morning, it was empty. Our chef, Michael, would arrive around four in the afternoon to prep for dinner, but the cupboards and fridge were always fully stocked for raiding. I set the coffee machine to brew and opened the fridge, looking for nibbles. I knew deep down that my hunger wasn’t for food, however, so I shut the fridge with a sigh. I’d fed from Jack and Zayn in the last few weeks, but it had been a few days since anyone had offered. I stared down at the coffee as it dripped into the cup, trying not to think about the taste of their blood. They had both told me to ask if I needed to feed, but I still felt funny about it. It didn’t help that the mere thought of their blood also sent me into some kind of lustful frenzy.
I pulled the cup out and added cream and sugar, then I added a bit more of the cream, cooling the coffee and thickening it up. As the hot liquid spilled into my mouth, it almost passed for the real thing. I closed my eyes, savouring the taste.
“Taste good?” a voice asked next to my ear.
My eyes flew open and I spun around. Coffee went everywhere.
Zayn stood just behind me, and his hands settled onto my hips as a grin spread across his face. “Why is it that every time I’m around you spill your coffee?”
I glanced down at the dark stain on the front of my grey hoodie and groaned, then looked up quickly, heat spreading across my face as I realised what he’d been referring to.
“Don’t take it personally,” I replied, setting the nearly empty cup down on the worktop.
“Oh, but what if I want to?” he asked, his dark eyes twinkling. “Here.” He grasped the bottom hem of my hoodie and pulled it gently up over my head. It dragged up my arms, holding them above my head, and for a moment he paused, looking down at me. The twinkle faded and was replaced by something darker and more intense. His eyes travelled down my throat to my white camisole. My bright pink sports bra stood out vividly underneath, and I felt my nipples harden as he looked at me, his tongue darting out over his lips. I remembered what that tongue could do, and it was not helping the situation.
He tightened the fabric around my wrists and gave me a dark smile. “Oh, if only Sadiq were here. He loved you in this exact position.”
I felt my face heating up. “Sadiq the magic guy?”
“Mmm, yes... but he was good at other things too.” He released my hands, and I lowered them, dropping the hoodie onto the bench next to the coffee cup. My mouth felt dry as I looked up at him. Damn, why were all these guys so tall?
“What things?” I asked, but I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to know the answer with the way Zayn was looking at me.
“Interesting things. Ropes, constraints, chains... He liked you powerless and completely at his mercy.” Zayn reached out and ran his fingers down the side of my throat. “He’d cuff you to the wall then spread your legs, and then we’d—”
“Nassar, aren’t you supposed to be training?” West snapped from the doorway. Zayn stepped back immediately, but I waited until my face cooled before I turned around to face West.
“We were just having a conversation. Keep your panties on.”
West glared at me. “I don’t want him distracted from doing his job.”
I heard the fridge open behind me, then close. Zayn’s arm slid around my waist, and he hugged me close to him. I let him, enjoying the irritation on West’s face.
“I’m just off to train now. I needed some water bottles. I think it’s going to be a rather steamy session. Tory’s coming to have a go.”
“She is?” West frowned.
“I am?” I looked up at Zayn, and he smiled.
“Sure. I figured it would be something to keep you out of trouble and might come in useful. That’s okay, isn’t it, boss? I’ll keep my eyes on her the whole time.”
The last part of the sentence was definitely taunting West, and I grinned. It seemed I wasn’t the only person he was rubbing the wrong way.
