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“What did you really want to do?” he pressed, moving on, and I sat back, contemplating if I wanted to go there. It was like I’d had one orgasm, and I owed him the farm. But he could be my big prize. That care facility his mother was in was no state-run hospital. Everything was posh, expensive. Lying would get me nowhere with Drew. I needed to make him work for the answers, keep him interested, but I was going to need to be more honest with him. “Tell me why your brother and sister-in-law don’t like you.”
“That obvious, huh?” His posture stiffened, and he immediately went for his drink, then his second crutch . . . cigarettes.
“That’s a no-no in here,” I said.
“We have no rights anymore,” he lamented, shoving them back in his pocket.
“Stop avoiding the question.”
Drew stared into his nearly empty glass. When his eyes rose to mine, they were hard, callous, and unyielding. “For starters, I shifted over a billion dollars of company money into offshore accounts. I haven’t admitted that to them yet, so I’d appreciate you keeping that little gem between us.” He tossed back the remaining liquor. “Give me a hundred. I’m going to get us another round.”
Drew stood and held out his palm expectantly. I handed over a bill with a slap and an irritated glare. It wasn’t him that had me frustrated. Actually, it was, but I was finding it exceedingly hard to say no to him.
“He is one cocky bastard,” I said to Sam.
He raised his head, looked toward Drew, and put his chin back on his paws.
“Tell you something you don’t know, huh?” I bent and tugged lightly on his ear. “Why does it have to be such a turn-on?”
That reminded me . . . I zipped up the fly of my jeans and fought the urge to drag him out of this bar so we could go for round two. I imagined, with a little more time and room to work with, Drew could make me come for days, but I had to watch myself. Giving up the one power I had over him because I couldn’t get my hormones under control would lead to problems.
He had a billion dollars. I could suck it up for that kind of money. I was going to have to play this right.Drew had stolen over a billion dollars.
And I thought I was good. It wasn’t just money I could get from him. There was plenty I could learn. Expand my knowledge base. Do something new.
“Should I be scared of that look?” he asked, depositing a fresh drink in front of me.
I was already feeling the effects of the others I’d consumed, but I was in no hurry to get back to Paths of Purpose. I wasn’t ready for our field trip to end. “Definitely,” I confirmed.
He offered a small bowl of water to Sam, who perked up and lapped at the clear liquid. I blinked at Drew like I’d never seen him. Considerate wasn’t a word I’d ever use to describe him. Yet maybe he was.
He slid in next to me. “Explain to me why I can’t keep my mouth off you,” he demanded huskily, nibbling my ear.
“Because I’m the most interesting person you’ve ever met.”
“You might be right. But, sugar, I intrigue you as much as you do me.” It was true. I wouldn’t deny it. “Now tell me what little Sonya wanted to do when she grew up.”
“I wanted to be a professional skier. After that, own a sporting goods store.” I looked down, wishing I had something to wrap my hands around, like a napkin or a skirt. But these jeans were painted on, and all I could do was rub my thighs to the point where I was getting denim burn.
Drew caught one of my hands, and I jerked my head toward him. “What went wrong?”
“I grew up.” I was behaving as if it were nothing, that I didn’t care I hadn’t accomplished either goal, but I did. Very, very much.
He stroked my cheek. “We should make a deal,” he said resolutely, and the tops of my ears tingled.
“What kind of deal?” I asked.
“No lies to each other. We do that so much with everyone else that we hardly know the truth anymore.”
I froze, my throat working on a hard swallow. I should be well past the point of being surprised by this man, but he’d done it again. “Just because you have difficulty with the truth doesn’t mean I do.”
His expression softened, and there was pity—pity—in his eyes. No way would I accept that. He could take his truth and shove it up his ass.
“Come on. We’ll do it like the honest people we’re not.” He rifled in the pocket of his jeans, producing a Swiss Army knife.
“By stabbing me?” I asked.
Drew grinned, flipping out a blade and turning my hand over, palm up. “Blood brothers.”
