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“Blackmail?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “I didn’t know that was your thing.”
“I could have done it without the blackmail, but why waste the time?” He shrugs. “I thought you’d be happy. You’re invited.”
Having her underneath me again…feeling those lips again…it’s a welcome thought, but there’s another thought in the back of my head that stops me from being able to fully enjoy it.
“Look, I don’t know if this is a good idea,” I confess, turning to face him.
“Because she’s Jim’s daughter?” He arches an eyebrow, a silent challenge.
“Exactly.” I exhale, a slow release of breath that doesn’t ease the tension knotted in my shoulders.
“So you’re telling me you don’t want to join us then? Well, that’s your decision, but I know I’ll be enjoying myself.”
“Wait…” I say quickly, eyes widening. If he’s not going to stop without me, then why should I miss out? It isn’t as if we haven’t all already slept together anyway. And as long as Jim doesn’t find out…
“Are you two actual idiots?” It’s Levi. His entrance is as silent and watchful as ever, and the disappointment in his eyes is obvious.
“Oh, Levi, there’s still time for you to join us.” Conrad smirks.
“Fuck who you want, but what kind of friends sleep with their friends’ daughters? Oh, right, none of the good ones, and when he finds out, I hope you aren’t surprised when he fires your ass. Make sure my name doesn’t come up.”
And then he walks toward the door, slipping his jacket on.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“I don’t want to be anywhere near here.”
Levi’s shadow lingers even after he’s gone, stretching long across the hardwood floor like a cautionary tale. I watch it dissolve into darkness, swallowed up by the dimming light of the room.
“Man’s got a point,” I murmur.
Conrad scoffs, leaning back into the buttery leather of the couch. “Since when do we listen to the voice of reason?” He runs a hand through his hair. “Just because she’s a little off-limits…”
“She’s our friend’s daughter, for Christ’s sake. Off-limits doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
The silence stretches between us like a taut wire.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this. Look, I?—”
A sharp knock cuts me off. My head whips toward the door. “Who’s that?”
Conrad’s lips stretch into a knowing smile. “You’ll see.”
He strides across the room. He reaches the door and pauses, looking back at me with a twinkle in his eye that says he’s got the upper hand—and he knows it.
“Ready for our Friday night to get interesting?” His voice is smooth, the words dripping with promise and a hint of mischief. There’s an anticipation in his stance, the way he rests one hand on the doorknob, the other casually tucked into the pocket of his jeans.
12
BRIELLE
The moment I step into the house, my heart is a wild drumbeat in my chest. Conrad’s there, standing like some Greek god carved from living desire, and his eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.
“Look at you.” His voice is a low purr that vibrates through the air. “Still wearing the dress from earlier.”
My cheeks heat up, and I can feel the blush spreading like wildfire across my skin. It’s that dress—the one that clings to every curve like it was painted on, the one that makes both his and Grayson’s eyes linger just a tad too long.
“I…I didn’t have time to change,” I stammer out, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “I stopped by my house but then…” My words trail off as I remember the frenzied rush to get here, driven by the need to see him again, to be near him.
