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“Cassidy wants to go over our legal options with us so we can figure out what to do going forward if she continues to sell her bullshit stories.”
“Do we have legal options?” I don’t know why, but I’m surprised at this.
“Apparently, we do if the stories don’t have any truth to them.”
The way she words that is awfully specific and gets me thinking maybe our options are more limited after all. It could be pointless to try to fight against them. But damn it, I want to.
“Fine. Whatever,” I finally say before we hang up. Mackenzie and I don’t do small talk. Actually, I don’t do small talk. It’s not just Mac.
Remy eyes me warily over the sandwich he’s eating. “I take it she told you about the meeting?”
“She did.” I glare at him but don’t really mean it. I just like watching him squirm uncomfortably.
But Remy knows when I’m fucking with him, too, and tosses a limp piece of lettuce at me, which I expertly dodge.
“You better clean that up,” I say with a grin as I slide out of the kitchen.
“Fucker.”
* * *
At the Foundation on Monday, Sloane and I flirt like crazy.
Between the first and second classes, she sidles up next to me and straightens my T-shirt collar. "You know, this bad boy look really works for you. The whole muscles, tattoos, hot…thing you got going on."
I lean in close. "Oh yeah? You like a rebel, do you?"
"Maybe I do." She runs a finger down my chest.
I suck in a sharp breath. "Careful now. Wouldn't want to corrupt you."
Sloane gives me a smoldering look. "Who says you haven't already?"
Jesus Christ.
On the next break, I spot Sloane down the hall and make a show of checking a watch I don’t wear. "You're late for our rendezvous, Ms. Castle."
"How careless of me to keep you waiting." She steps closer and brushes lint off my shoulder. "Though I daresay you're worth the delay."
I catch her hand and press a kiss to her fingers. "For you, I'd wait an eternity."
Sloane fans herself dramatically. "Why, Mr. Davies, you'll make me swoon with such talk."
I pull her in close. "Stick with me, baby. I'll have you swooning all day." I give her a wink, and she melts against me.
Her laughter is music as she makes her way back to her classroom, cheeks red.
After the third class of the day, I lean in the doorway to my room suggestively as she approaches.
We’re both grinning like idiots.
For no reason.
I love it.
“We really have to stop meeting like this. People will talk,” I say, taking in her gorgeous eyes. They’re especially golden today, and she is simply radiant.
She arches a beautiful eyebrow at me and smirks as she leans on the other side of the doorway, inches from me. “Oh, really? Well, maybe we should give them something to talk about.”
