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I glance up at his profile.
He really is stupidly handsome. And vigilante killer or not, I can’t believe he didn’t have a woman in his life already.
But thank fuck he didn’t. If I’d had to witness a girlfriend coming and going from his place, I’d probably have moved.
Together, we step off the parking ramp and turn down the sidewalk.
The historic hotel is only a dozen yards away, and that’s when I remember what I’m wearing.
I halt, pulling Hans to a stop with me.
He looks down at me, but I just hold up a finger.
I use the toe of one shoe to pull off the other, then lift my foot and pull off the oversized sock I stole from Hans’s basement bunker. Shoving my bare foot back into my tennis shoe, I repeat the process with the other.
With both socks off, I shove them into the hoodie pocket and tug the sides of the hoodie down even more, ensuring it covers my sleep shorts entirely.
“What are you doing?”
Not dropping his hand, I step back to let him see. “I’m your drunk hookup for the night.”
He lifts a brow. “Huh?”
“You picked me up atyour club.” I smirk. “But my high heels were killing me, so I switched into these.” I point at my feet. Without the bulky socks bunched at the top of my shoes, I look much lessmemorable. “And I got too cold in my skimpy outfit, so you gave me your hoodie. Because you’re a gentleman.” I bat my eyes.
“Because I’m a gentleman,” Hans repeats.
“Yep.” I start walking, pulling him along with me. “Until we get to the room, of course. Then you’re going to fuck me like the brat I am.”
CHAPTER74
Hans
Then you’re goingto fuck me like the brat I am.
In the middle of the sidewalk, I drop Cassandra’s hand and grip the back of her neck, forcing her to a stop.
She looks up at me, and I want to see her just like that—wide-eyed and full of mischief—with my dick stuffed down her throat.
Cassandra presses a hand against my chest and sways into me.
“Girl.” My jaw is so tense I barely get the word out.
Her stance softens, and the sides of her mouth pull up. “Yes, Daddy?”
Fuck. Me.
My cock throbs, and every muscle in my body tenses.
I pull her closer and slide my hand up the back of her head until I’m gripping her ponytail. “That’s three.”
Her lids lower, and I don’t think she’s faking the intoxicated look this time.
She’s perfect.
Then her other hand slides out of her hoodie pocket, and three little spheres are in her palm. Red, yellow, and orange.
My grip tightens as she lifts her hand and pours the Skittles into her mouth.
