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“Zayn?” I ask, pulling out of his hold so I can read his expression.
“I’ve already got a million ideas,” he says, giving me my favourite chipped-tooth grin.
“Perfect, then there’s no time like the present,” I say, jumping up, warmth blooming inside my chest as I look at each of my men in turn.
“If you keep looking at us like that I’m not sure we’ll make it to the studio,” York says, pushing to his feet, and biting his bottom lip as he looks at me suggestively.
“Keep that thought in mind,” I murmur as he steps closer, dragging me towards him.
“Does that mean you want to–?”
“Dance first, and if you’ve still got enough energy loverboy, then we’ll see about later,” I reply, stepping back and striding towards the other side of the room.
“What the hell? Did you just turn me down?” York says with a faux hurt expression on his face.
“Good things come to those who wait,” I sass back, throwing him a promising smile.
“Well, when you put it like that,” he responds. “But I call dibs on being the big spoon. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to wrap myself around you. I’ve missed it, Titch.”
“Come on, let’s do this,” Zayn says, dropping his arm around York’s shoulder as Xeno and Dax climb to their feet. “We promise you can be the big spoon, right guys?”
A look passes between Dax and Xeno. Xeno grins, “So long as it’s alright withDaddy…”
SIX
Stupid Cupid
YORK
“So what’s this all about?”Beast asks amiably, jiggling Iris on his lap as we sit in Grim’s office at Tales the next morning.
She giggles, her dark waves bouncing over her shoulders. She sure is the cutest, five year old kid. Not sure how Beast helped create her, then again, Grim’s the one with all the looks, so there’s that.
“We’ve got a favour to ask…” I say, my voice trailing off as I try to figure out the best way to tell Beast we want to steal his most loyal employee.
“Why so serious. We’re all friends here,” Beast points out, looking bemused.
“It’s about Gray,” Xeno begins, glancing over at Pen, then me.
“What about him?” Beast asks absentmindedly as he tickles Iris under the chin when she tugs on his beard.
“We want to offer him a job,” Pen blurts out, causing Beast to snap his head up.
He narrows his eyes at us. “You poaching one of my men?”
“No, we’d never ask him to come and work for us without your approval first. That’s why we’re here,” I add, leaning forward to grab Iris’s teddy that she dropped on the floor and passing it back to her.
She gives me a wide grin that melts my heart. Fuck, I don’t know how Beast can be so chilled out when it comes to Iris. I know if we ever had kids, I’d be the most protective. I know everyone thinks I’m the joker of the group and the most lighthearted, but God help anyone who ever falls in love with our children, let alone dares hurt them. Then again, Beast has literally cut out the hearts of the men who hurt Grim, so I’ve no doubt he’d be a tough nut to crack when it comes to future suitors for Iris.
“Good to know,” Beast replies, waiting for me to continue.
“We wanted to ask whether you’d be okay with that,” I explain. “If you’re not cool with that, no hard feelings. We’ll find someone else.”
“Okay with what?” Grim asks as she steps into the office, a clipboard in her hand that she immediately drops onto her desk so she can press a kiss against Iris’s head, then Beast lips. She’s been working closely with Clancy and the dancers here at Tales on the performance they’re putting together for the big fight that’s coming up this Saturday night. Neither Beast nor Grim will tell us who’s fighting, but it must be a couple of heavy hitters–literally–for them to be so secretive about it. Of course, we’re attending so we’ll find out soon enough.
“They want to poach Gray from us,” Beast explains as Grim perches on the edge of her desk, her leather clad legs crossed at the ankles as she looks between the three of us. Grim always dresses badass, her aesthetic totally gives offdon’t fuck with me vibes, and I’m here for it. In a totally platonic, friends kind of way, because no one comes close to how I feel about Titch. Except maybe my best mates, which is a given.
“Really? Okay, that’s not what I was expecting when you said you wanted a meeting,” she says, frowning a little.
