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“I must say, I’m shocked.”
“Oh?” I spit.
“Yes. You came here dressed like a grownup. I assumed your entire wardrobe was concert t-shirts and ripped jeans.”
“Oh, I’m saving my best burlap sack for the wedding,honey,” I drawl.
“Well, anyway, the gown looks better on you than on Ms. Crown.”
I tense, trying to swallow the bitter twinge deep inside, my eyes snapping to his, which glint with amusement.
I amnotjealous. I donotcare if Taylor and Dante have…or had…morethan a professional relationship. I mean, I’ve wondered about it before. He’s—well, just look at him. And Taylor is hot, successful, stylish, and confident. Not to mention, she’s a member of Club Venom.
She’s alwayssaidshe goes purely for business reasons, same as Gabriel. But…who knows what happens with her and Dante behind closed doors?
Or open ones, given the nature of that place…
I don’t realize I’m still scowling until Dante’s lips brush my ear, jerking me back to reality with a gasp, sending another heated shiver down my spine.
“Go ahead,” he whispers darkly. “Ask.”
I glare at him. “Askwhat.”
“If I’ve fucked her.”
I start to open my mouth, but he shakes his head.
“Don’t play stupid, because I know you’re not. You want to know if Ms. Crown and I are, shall we say,morethan a client and legal counsel.”
I swallow back the fresh wave of bile rising in my throat.
“I don’t care.”
He grins. “Oh, I’m sure.”
“No, you’re right, I do care,” I smile acidly. “Only because it would make me concerned for her well-being, making awful life choices like fuckingyouof all people. Or that you’d give her something gross.”
Dante chuckles. “You have a very low opinion of me, Ms. Black.”
“Gee, I wonder why.”
“Taylor is myattorney, Tempest. You may be surprised to hear that I’m also not screwing my dentist or the pleasant old manwho does my taxes. So for the record, no, I haven’t fucked her,” he murmurs sinfully in my ear, the scent of him enveloping me like a drug.
“I already told you, I don’t?—”
Dante suddenly spins me again, causing my heart to leap into my throat. A thrill I’m not really prepared for or interested in acknowledging explodes deep in my core, making me bite down hard on my lip.
“Hmm.”
The fluttery feeling instantly evaporates as I glare at him. “What.”
“You’re not as terrible a ballroom dancer as I would have expected. I figured mosh pits were more your speed.”
I’ve grown up being trotted around at enough Crown and Black functions, galas, and shareholder parties that I can waltz my way across a room.
The arrogance of him assuming Ican’tpisses me off, though. So on the next turn, as he spins me again, I do the only thing I can: I make a point of stepping downhardon his foot with my strappy heel.
Dante’s teeth grind as he swallows a grunt.
