Page 179 of Sweet Temptation

The second… fucking rare, in my estimation.

I glanced at Ronan, who was still standing by, leaning on his half-wall, pretending not to be watching what I was watching. He met my eyes and gave me a questioning look.

I gave him a sex look right back, doing my best to project I’m gonna fuck the hell out of you tonight with the full force of my eyes.

He just stared at me, like, I’m gonna fuck you right back.

“Do you think he’d make her come?” I mused.

“What?” Elle said.

“Johnny,” I said, turning to her again. “I feel like he might come on her face and then be like, ‘Thanks, babe, now pass me another beer.’ Do you think so?”

“Christ. I hope not.”

“You know the type,” I told her. “We’ve all slept with them at least once. Unfortunately.”

“Can we not talk about men coming on my little sister’s face?”

I grinned at her.

And just then, the pretty brunette whirlwind that was Angeline appeared, in her usual adorable fluster. She dove in-between us, tossing herself on Elle.

“Hey! Sorry I’m late!”

“It’s okay,” Elle said, hugging her sister. “I knew you would be.” I noticed she didn’t admit to being late herself.

Sisters. Sometimes I felt like I’d missed out not having one to torture. And, you know, bond with and stuff.

“Shut up,” Angie said, shrugging off her jacket and plunking down next to her best friend, Courteney. “Hey guys,” she said breezily, and smiled at me.

“Hey, sweetie,” I greeted her.

Elle headed over to talk to Ash, and I was just about to lean over and ask Angie about this Johnny O thing. Because I was nosy like that.

But then I glimpsed Flynn standing against the wall. He seemed to be making a sweep of the room with his eyes, and I waited for him to look over, so I could wave hello.

And he did look over, kind of. But he didn’t seem to see me.

Instead, he looked at Angeline.

She stood up. Her back was to him, and he was definitely looking at her.

She flung off the little pink sweater she’d been wearing. Underneath she wore a fitted turquoise dress, and she started half-dancing. She leaned in to Courtney again, bending over; Courteney pointed at her drink, then took an exaggerated sip. They seemed to be debating whether or not to go dance or hit the bar first.

Flynn was still looking at Angie.

Then he looked away.

Okay. Had I just imagined that?

Nope. Because he did it again. He looked over at her.

I watched as he stared at her, not even seeming to notice anyone else at our table.

There’s someone else…

Holy. Shit.

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