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It’s the least healthy item on the menu, but hey…I’m not the one trying to be on the top of my game, and a little sugar rush never hurt anyone.
“Misty,” Lucas says and rubs a cloth over his face as he approaches. He rests it around his neck, the white fabric bright against his deep brown skin. “How’s it going? You took off pretty fast after the fire alarm. Piper wanted you to come over for drinks.”
I take a long sip from my smoothie. What am I supposed to say? That the owner of his team turned me on in the alleyway and I’d been desperate to escape from that point on? I’m not ready to face that, let alone speak it aloud, so I go with, “Headache. I texted the group chat whenI got home.”
“I know, I got it.” He searches my features like he’s not sure if he should believe me or not. “So long as you’re all good?”
“Yup, yes…perfectly good,” I stammer, and his brows pull together. Desperate to change the subject, I bring up the one thing I know will work. “I’ve been working on the fundraiser with Mia. We’re going to do an auction. I know how well that worked out for you and Piper.”
Lucas huffs a laugh through his nose and grabs one of the bottles of water from the small fridge under the counter, full of grab-and-go snacks for the guys.“This is going to cost me thousands.”
I shrug. “Probably, but it’s for a good cause. You should bid on Alex. River will lose it. You can see how high you can make him bid.”
“You’re evil, you know that?”
“I prefer clever.”
“That too.”
“Hey, what are you two laughing about?” I startle when Carter, one of the second-line D-men, comes up from behind me.
“Just that Misty’s an evil genius and I’m glad she’s on our side,” Lucas replies, then takes a long drink from his water.
Carter smirks, showing off his dimples. I’m sure that smile worked for him in the past. “Is that true?” He brushes a strand of hair behind my shoulders. “I don’t think that’s right. No one as bright as you could have a dark side.”
I stiffen. This guy’s nice and all, but we’re definitely not close enough for him to touch me. That being said, neither are Damon and I, and I let him get way closer than this. The thought of Damon just makes it all the more apparent that I’m not into Carter. It’s too bad. I could definitely use a release.
Hoping he doesn’t notice, I shift, putting a little more distance between us.
“You should have more faith in my mastermind abilities. Do you really think you’d know if I don’t want you to?” I punctuate my words with a wink.
Lucas laughs. “I told you, man. Keep an eye on this one.”
Carter’s gaze meets mine. “I plan on it. Want to grab lunch sometime?”
It would be so much simpler if I was attracted to him. But nope, not even a heart flutter at his obvious flirting. “I…I don’t?—”
Angry, clear gray eyes meet mine from across the floor, and my chest constricts like I’ve just been caught doing something wrong. By the way Damon’s glaring at me, it looks like he thinks so too.
I place my hands on my hips and glare right back at him.
He lifts one brow in challenge. This man is absolutely infuriating. There’s something about Damon that has me losing my grip on my carefully constructed cheerful facade, and I find myself wanting to push him.
“Sure, give me your phone.” Carter hands it to me, and I punch my number in, ignoring the way the back of my neck is being branded by Damon’s piercing gaze.
I don’t look back. Instead, I smile up at Carter. Evil indeed.
Chapter 7
Damon
Ever since Matthias installed the cameras in Misty’s apartment, I’ve been addicted to watching her. She floats around her apartment this morning, captivating me until I can’t look away. I cuss out Matthias for a good five minutes because of my inability to zoom in. It damn near kills me when she steps out of her washroom in just a small pink towel, her skin flushed from her shower.
My hand’s already fisting my cock, and I know I’d be late, but I’m too entranced to give a single fuck, letting all my carefully laid plans go to shit.
This girl has me forgetting who I am, and she’s not even here.
I watch her move around her room, the terry cloth barely covering her ass while she makes toast. With every step she takes, the fabric shifts, giving me brief flashes of her thighs beneath. By the time the bread pops, my hand is fully stroking my length as I imagine her perfect fingers in its place.
