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“Don’t tell anyone,” I blurt.
“Excuse me?”
“You can’t tell anyone whatever it is you think you saw.” I try for my best authoritative tone but I know my nerves are lurking in the back of my throat.
Pure rage roils off her now, her nostrils flare and her heavy breaths through her nose make her look like a raging bull. “First of all, I don’t owe you shit, Lance Preston. Secondly, how fucking dare you! Maybe when we knew each other,youwere faking sincerity and morals, butIwasn’t. Of all the things you know about me, you think I’m a gossip intent on outing people?”
“I…” I stuttered but she didn’t let me continue.
“Fuck you. Is that really what you came here to say? Three years of nothing and now you come waltzing in to just fuck over my life once again and all you can say is ‘don’t tell anyone that I like cock now too!’” Her voice is raised to a level that I’m sure her neighbours must be hearing our exchange. The rising heat of her anger is stirring something in me and my dick twitches.
I step forward, forcing her back until we are fully inside and I can close the door behind me. I have her against the wall, her lips parting in surprise and her eyes bulging. “Why are you wearing my hoodie, Elle?” I say quietly, my lips close to her ear.
“It’s comfortable,” she shrugs, aiming for nonchalance, but the tremor in her voice gives her away.
“Liar,” I can’t stop the curl of my lip.
“What are you doing, Lance?” Her voice is breathy as I press into her and I feel her muscles relax slightly underneath me.
“I still like seeing you in my clothes, sweetheart.” She shivers and I am about ready to reach out and touch her, but the rap at the door stops me.
Elle seems to remember herself, the sharp knock breaking whatever spell I’d managed to cast. She pushes me away and opens the door, the guy on the other side has me standing to attention. He’s tall and broad, wearing a sharp black suit and sporting a buzz-cut. In his early fifties, he is showing signs of age around his mouth and eyes but he’s a relatively good-looking guy. He is either security or henchman and I am not liking the look of him.
Elle groans when she sees him, which only makes his lips quirk in amusement. “Are you serious?”
“Miss Maxwell,” he says with humour dripping from his mouth.
“They’re here?” she whines.
Who’s here? Who the fuck is Elle involved with?
“Waiting in the car,” he confirms.
“Why exactly are they here? And why did they not feel the need to, I don’t know,callfirst?”
His lips twitch again. “Your birthday, of course. And if you think I am given insight into the inner most working of their minds, you know less about them than you think.”
“Eurgh, I am in no mood for this right now. What if I have plans?” She throws her hands up in frustration, but it sort of looks like she’s gesturing to me.
The suit looks at me, narrowing his gaze slightly as he reads me the best he can. Unfortunately for him, I have a lifetime of experience making myself unreadable, I give him the same treatment. “Your plans can come along,” he says, simply.
“No, I didn’t meanhim,” Elle growls. “Listen, Peter, I am not really feeling up for this, so I am going to have to politely decline whatever plans they have.”
“Then you can come downstairs and tell them that,” his voice remains calm.
“Oh really? You can’t tell them?”
“I’m not a messenger boy.”
“But you came up here to fetch me for them?” She snarks, folding her arms over her chest and cocking her hip.
He smiles, still clearly amused by her attitude. “They pay my cheques and that little routine didn’t work when you were fifteen, it won’t work now.”
Fifteen?Who the fuck is this guy? “What’s going on?” I finally interrupt.
Elle turns and glares at me, although, for once, I feel that her anger isn’t actually aimed at me. “My parents are here.”
My brows rise. Elle’s parents had been allusive all the time I knew her, visiting rarely and she never had any desires to go home. Of course, my parents never came to visit me while at university but I did have to go home for official business once in a while.
