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“You’re putting a serious dampener on the evening,” Seth growls.
I curl my lip and pick up his shot, drinking that too. I lift the empty glass in salute and stand. I’m getting out of here.
Barclay stands.
“You good?”
“Peachy.”
“You’re pussy whipped,” Ryan calls as I stalk out the club, and demand Rubin take me home.
* * *
The apartment isdeathly quiet and my feet take me straight to her door. I step inside and the light smell of her hangs in the air.
“I know you’re there.” Her sleepy voice makes my gut ache. I smirk to myself and lean against the door.“Have a nice evening butchering people?” Disgust drips from her tongue.
“Unfortunately, it was a quiet evening.”
“You have no shame.” She pulls up the cover and her legs slip free.
“And you have phenomenal legs.”
Her head pops up as she scowls at me.
“You’re drunk?”
I ignore her.
“The day I picked your keys u—”
“I wish it had never happened.” Avery drops back down on her pillow.
“You’re angry that you’re attracted to me,” I remark, enjoying this side of her.
Over the past two weeks, we have followed the same routine. We workout together each morning and eat alone at night. The penthouse gym had never been used until her, as I’ve always favoured working out with the boys, but watching her move around the gym is both agonising and addictive. Her body is nicely toned, and she has a passion for running. I could watch her sprint on the treadmill all day. She has plenty of stamina and I know fucking her will be damn near impossible to top.
Only this morning had she run with uniformed determination as her feet ate up the treadmill. Her face had been set in a severe frown and her brow wet with sweat. I wanted to lick it off and fuck her ragged so she was out of breath for a different reason. Overcome with need, I had stalked across the room, anticipating her intention to get off. Her small palm slapped the red button and as she turned to hop off, I stepped on, pushing her backwards and blocking her escape. Both panting, she’d watched me waiting. It didn’t matter how much I jerked off over this woman, I still found myself hard in her presence. I’d dipped my head and dragged my tongue slowly up her cheek.
“I’m desperate to fuck you, Bluebird.” I could still taste the sweet tang of her sweat all these hours later.
She’d lifted her chin, her hands shaking, and demanded I let her go.
I wanted her, but I wasn’t about to force her or damage the small amount of trust I was building with her.
With each day, she’s growing a little more comfortable in my company. I never expected this to be easy. These past two weeks have been strenuous living under the same roof with the one woman who has made me jeopardise my life and those around me. The Panel would have my head and hers if they knew she was locked in my apartment. Butnothaving her is hell. My apartment smells like her, I even like the sound of her fucking voice. Grumpy or not, I’ve got a major hard-on for her.
And I know she feels the same for me, too. I wait with my brow lifted for her to respond. To admit her attraction.
She scoffs. “Hardly.”
“You hate it. Logically, it makes no sense. I've taken your freedom away from you. Your whole life has become mine to toy with and yet behind the anger, I still see your attraction.” I’ve caught one or two shy glances and even seen her staring openly at me. We’re inevitable. I just need her to accept this is now her life. To let her walls down and allow me in. I’ve already taken too much from her, the rest needs to be her doing.
“I’m not entertaining this conversation.”
“The feeling is mutual, very fucking mutual, Avery,” I admit, stepping fully inside and closing the door.
“I’m thrilled,” she mocks. “Go away, I'm sleeping.”
