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Fucking prick.
Everything about him makes my skin crawl.
But that’s the thing with narcissists. They can’t handle thinking you can live your life without them.
Pausing, his eyes drop to my chest then crawl back to my face.
“Let me take you to dinner.”
A hand lands on my shoulder, causing me to jump in place.
“She’s got dinner plans for tonight already. Better luck next time.”
I spin in place to find Damon standing behind me. My heart does this weird tapping beat, picking up speed. I shouldn’t be excited to see him.
But when I remember that I want nothing to do with him, the tapping beat turns into a deep and steady pounding, adrenaline pumping into my veins because all I want to do is punch him in the face for his bullshit.
Stepping away so that his hand falls off my shoulder, I look between the two of them.
“Sounds like you’re both hungry. Maybe you can take each other out.”
I spin on my heel then walk quickly to the dressing room, slamming the door shut. Or at least, I tried to.
“We need to talk.”
“No. You may need to talk, but I need to get changed and get the hell out of here.” I turn to Damon. “How did you get in? Patrick stops people at the door forty-five minutes before closing.”
Trying to hide a smile, he shrugs a shoulder. I try not to admire how his shirt moves with the movement. I remember what’s under that shirt from when we were at his house, and while I had time to study the muscle in his chest and a set of abs that made my mouth water, I also got a peek at more scars.
“Guess Patrick likes me,” he says, drawing my eyes up to his.
He grins. “It’s okay to look. I like looking at you, too.”
Bastard.
Well, I hope he likes this show because while he can look, he’s not allowed to touch anymore.
“How much money did you lose to Patrick this time?”
Without giving him the chance to respond, I pull my bra top off, and toss it into the dirty pile to be cleaned. Glancing back, I notice Damon’s feral stare, his eyes pinned squarely on my tits.
“They bounce a lot, too,” I tell him. “Especially when I’m riding someone. Pity you’ll never find out.”
Shaking himself of his reaction, he leans against the closed door, his arms hanging at his sides and his fingers lightly tapping on the wood.
“Brinley is okay, Blue. Just like I promised she would be. She and Shane have worked out their … issues.”
“Oh yeah? That’s great for them. Does that mean I can I confess my part in her abduction now so I don’t have to carry around these lies anymore? They’re getting heavy.”
I’m in the middle of tugging my shirt over my head when he answers.
“Probably not the best idea. And the lies get lighter as time moves on.”
Shirt on, I huff out a breath and brush the hair out of my face.
“You would know. All you do is lie. One day you’ll get caught for that shit. Hope you know that.”
“Hasn’t happened yet. And we’ve been doing this for years.”
