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I’m left standing here with a hard-on from Hell and zero desire for anyone other than Apple to fix the problem.
By the time she leaves, I’ll be a master at strumming my own guitar.
“I come bearing gifts.”
I grin at Malice as I reach for the cup of coffee in his hands. “How’d you know?”
“I phoned a friend.”
I smirk. “Mark or Jez?”
“Jez,” he mumbles, and his eyes dart around the common room.
“He’s not here.”
“Who’s not here?” he asks nonchalantly.
I sigh and focus on the prospect cleaning the bar top. “Mark.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Those two have done everything they can to avoid each other. Mark found Soul this morning and asked if he could go with him on his rounds of the club-owned businesses, and they left about an hour ago. The tension between Mark and Malice is palpable. Whenever both of them are in a room, one or two members are always close by, as if waiting for an explosion.
“It’s none of my business, but eventually, you two are gonna have to talk.” I turn to face him. “Without wanting to pummel each other,” I tack on.
Malice grunts but doesn’t respond, not that I expected him to. He’s too stubborn for his own good, just like Mark.
I’m contemplating what else I can say to get through Malice’s thick skull when Grim comes into the room. He’s a big guy, and he has a cold calculating appearance, but I don’t feel uncomfortable around him. He spots me and Malice on the couch and starts signing.
Malice responds, but I have no idea what they’re saying to each other. Not wanting to stare, I go back to sipping my coffee, and my phone pings seconds later. Before Mark and I left Jez’s place to come to the clubhouse, she programmed all the phone numbers for club members and the club businesses in our phones. I’m not surprised that she gave our numbers to the members as well, especially when I see the ping is a text from Grim, who is now sitting across from us.
Grim: What are you doing today?
The couch cushion dips as Malice scoots closer to me, so close our knees practically touch. Electricity sparks between us, tingling over my skin and causing goosebumps to erupt all over my arms. Our eyes meet for a split second, and my breath hitches as his nostrils flare.
Before I jump him like a horny teenager, I turn my attention away from Malice and smile at Grim. Then I type out a quick response.
Me: Hanging out. U?
Grim: Just staring at a beautiful woman and wondering why she’s sitting next to a cranky bastard.
Me: He sat next to me
Grim: Next to you… he’s in your damn lap.
Grim smirks when I peek up at him and then nods his head toward Malice. The man is practically sitting on top of me, trying to read the texts.
A laugh bubbles up my throat, and as I try to stifle it by breathing through my nose, an unladylike snort escapes.
I raise my brows at him. “Do you mind?”
Malice’s lips curve into a grin. “Did you just snort?” As he speaks, his hands are moving in fluid motion.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Club rules.” His hands haven’t stopped moving. “When Grim is in a room, we sign,” he explains, and Grim snickers.
I duck my head. “You didn’t just tell him Isnorted,” I grind out.
