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He laughs darkly, a sick gleam in his eye. “You’re not a hobby. You’re a mission.”
His hand grabs my plate of orgasmic looking spaghetti bolognese that I’d been looking forward to eating, and dumps it on my lap.
What the –
The contact is hot, but not burning.
Red sauce goes flying, splattering across my clothes and the table.
“Bellamy! Are you alright?” Thayer stands up on the other side of the table. She turns her irate stare towards Rogue. “Who didn’t love you enough when you were growing up to make you this way, sicko?”
I can physically see the poison fill his eyes.
His shoulders snap together, tension cording his every muscle. A hand claps down on his shoulder, and I see it for what it really is. An effort to contain the seismic force he’s about to unleash.
“I’ve got this one, Rogue.” Rhys says.
“This one’sgot a name and you don’t have her, Mackley.” Thayer fires back.
He laughs at her use of his last name before giving her a sharp smile. “I could with barely an effort, love.”
“In your dreams.”
He gives her a devilish grin, and unlike his best friend it comes so easily to him. It’s charming and innocent but underneath there’s an animalistic edge to it. And it’s directed at Thayer.
I don’t trust him for a moment.
“You’re right. That’s exactly what my dreams have looked like since I met you.” He says seductively.
She crosses her arms over her chest, an unimpressed look on her face. If he expects a sweet smile and a couple come on lines to win her over, he’s in for a rude awakening.
Boyfriend aside, it’ll take a lot more to impress her. Her bullshit meter runs a country mile long.
“No thanks, that’s more of a nightmare scenario for me really.”
He laughs, a deep, pleasing sound that has an unwitting smile pulling at my lips. “I’m going to enjoy making you regret those words.”
But unlike Rogue, his words aren’t a threat.
They’re a dirty promise.
He speaks them with such confidence, it’s as if they’re fact. And I understand how he’s the captain of the soccer team. That kind of unquestionable confidence in his own abilities must make him a ferocious opponent and an exceptional captain.
Red tinges Thayer’s cheeks in response.
Interesting. She might not be as immune to his charms as I initially thought.
I store that information away for later and turn back towards the crime scene on my clothes. Rogue wants a reaction, that’s why he’s doing this. I’ve interacted with him for less than an hour total and I know he goads and pushes and enrages you until you react.
He gets off on the chaos he creates.
I pick a strand of spaghetti from my lap and put one end between my lips. Staring back at Rogue unflinchingly, I make a show of sensuously sucking it up until it disappears between my lips.
His eyes never leave my mouth as I do so.
The heat in them burns hotter than the sauce on my lap.
I can’t resist goading him back. I run my tongue the length of my upper lip and my finger traces the corner of my mouth as if looking for leftover sauce.
