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The lift door opened. “Very well,” I said, tugging on his sleeve and pulling him in with me. “Don’t you dare laugh,” I added when he looked down at my shifting feet.
“Why didn’t you just go at the pub?”
“Why didn’t you just go at the pub?” I mimicked. I could hear the bastard laughing as I raced out when the lift opened and over to the door to my flat. I unlocked it and left it open when I hurried inside.
“Nice place,” he said when I found him looking out the window.
“It belongs to Wren and Wilder. I sublet from them.”
“Almost as nice as Cayman’s farmhouse in Shere.”
“I’ve been.”
He turned to face me. “You have?”
Was I imagining an accusatory tone in his voice? What did he think? That I’d shagged Cayman? “His parents threw a summer bash there a few years ago. I attended as their guest.” God, why was I explaining myself to him?
“I can almost see why you wouldn’t want to leave this place,” he said, motioning to the view.
“I have no intention of leaving.” That wasn’t exactly true. One of the other things Wren and I had discussed earlier was Wilder had been in negotiations regarding an assignment requiring him to be in London during the workweek. She said if it materialized, she’d be joining him. I’d immediately told her I’d find another place, even when she insisted I could stay.
“There’s plenty of room,” she’d said, referring to the flat’s three bedrooms. Even if it had held as many as Cayman’s parents’ property, I still wouldn’t feel comfortable staying here while they were in residence.
“Just consider it. I’m telling you; it made a huge difference in what we could accomplish each day, without all the typical interruptions and distractions.”
“I’ll think it over.”
“That’s good enough for now.”
I watched his eyes wander over to the dining table where I’d emptied the bags and crate I’d taken from the officer earlier.
“You’d have a lot more room to spread all that out.”
“I said I’d think it over.” I walked to the door and held it open. “Good night, Ares.”
I was about to close it behind him when I heard him say, “Actually, War God is kind of growing on me. Good night, Nemesis.”
“You are in so much trouble,” I said when Wren answered my call.
“You and Ares needed to clear the air.”
“He told me he prefers War God.”
She laughed. “Good night, my friend. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
“Good night, Wren.”
6
ARES
Rather than call a car service, I walked the three miles from Nem’s building to my hotel. I needed the time, space, and fresh air to clear out the inappropriate thoughts racing through my head.
Margeaux “Nemesis” Jordan was maddening. I could think of no better word. In the short time I’d known her, she’d busted my balls and intrigued the hell out of me equally. It was the intrigue I wrestled with. It wasn’t that I found herinteresting; I found her hot as fuck. It was why I’d leaned uncomfortably close to her at the office and again at the pub.
It had been a damn long time since I’d met a woman who, within a few minutes of knowing her, I wanted to strip down, lay on the nearest table, and pleasure with every part of my body—starting with my mouth. If I felt this way after knowing her a little over twelve hours, how would I be able to work with her for several weeks, maybe even months?
I knew women in London who would welcome a night or two in my bed; however, as I ran through the possibilities, none appealed.
