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“No.”
My gaze narrows, and I fold my arms across my chest. “Hello, asshole. You work for me, remember? Or did you forget? I want up there. Now.”
My authoritative tone doesn’t work on him, just seems to slide off of him like water on a duck’s back. It only makes me angrier.
And hornier.
“Well, now that you remind me…answer me this. Why do you want to go up there?”
“No reason. I just want to see what’s up there. I’ve never been in an attic.”
Skylar’s brows rise, surprise moving across his face. “Really?”
“Yes, really. We don’t have one. Or a basement either. A shame really. I think it would do my father some good to have one for his business. The pristine sheds in the backyard aren’t as intimidating.”
“Ah yes, I’ve seen the sheds. They’re quite nice.”
“Yes. Dreadful things. I’d much rather not see them, you know?”
“Have you been in them, Diablo?” he asks, and the way he says my name makes a small moan slip out—which I cover quickly with a cough, but I’m not sure I was that sly. I think I was totally obvious because Skylar’s head is cocked and the corner of his lip is wobbling upward.
“I have been in them. I mean, hello, I’m his son.”
“Has Angel?”
“Yes. Once, but never again. He didn’t have the stomach for it.”
Skylar watches me for a moment and then takes a step closer to me. “What has he made you do?”
I swallow and move back slightly, not wanting to get too close.
“He nevermademe do anything. I was happy to do it all.”
“Were you?”
I swallow again and shake my head, pointing with a wobbly hand to the ceiling. “Just open the goddamn attic. I want up there now.”
Skylar’s eyes are penetrating, but he nods and brushes up against me, one thick arm reaching up and grabbing on to the rope. My eyes are drawn to the small sliver of skin between his shirt and his pants, and I feel a desire so strong well up within me I have to bite down on my bottom lip to keep the whimper at bay. I feel like I’m drowning.
The creaking hinges pull my gaze upward just as Skylar brings the folded stairs down.
“Move,” he says, and I do because I don’t want to get crushed and because I do need space from him…a whole other floor of space. Perhaps that would put me back in my right mind.
A second later, the ladder is settled on the ground and Skylar is moving up the steps.
“Let me look around first.”
“It’s annoying how thorough you are. There’re no bad men in the attic. We would have known by now.”
“No. That’s where you’re wrong, Diablo. You never know.”
I don’t have a response. I’m too busy ogling his butt and imagining my tongue inside of it.
When he reaches the top, he turns on a light and lumbers around for a minute before appearing at the opening.
“You’re safe. Nothing much to see up here. Just be careful.”
I scramble up the ladder quickly and brush past Skylar, who smells like pancakes. Disgusting. I hate pancakes.
