Page 30 of Graveyards & Greed

The man walked into the loft and huffed. “Youhijo de punta. I could’ve slept another hour instead of being here at the butt crack of dawn if I knew your lazy ass would still be in—” The man abruptly stopped talking when I walked out into the living area in Drakos’s dress shirt. I’d slipped on a bra and panties, and the shirt hung well past my thighs. Drakos raised his eyebrow, and Diego grinned wide.

“Well, hello Sylvie Spade. When you get tired of this mouthy asshole, I’d be happy to take you off his hands.” Diego was lean and sinewy, wore jeans and a black leather jacket, and had a killer smile that contrasted nicely with his tan skin and black hair.

He turned to Drakos with a shit-eating grin. “Ay Dios mío, you’re fu–” he cut off and glanced at me. “You’re sleeping with Fennick Spade’s favorite cousin. I mean, I’d face his wrath too, because she’sfine. But the Spades are fuckingcrazy.” He turned to me. “No offense.”

“Hey, Diego. I need two cups of coffee before I can handle you, and the second is just to keep me out of jail.”

Diego’s lips twitched, and his eyes lingered on my disheveled state. “I’ve been in jail before. It’s a good place to avoid.”

“How do you two know each other?” Drakos asked, his jaw tight.

“He went to high school with some of my cousins, and I’m pretty sure he and Declan sold pot together before it became legal.”

Diego grinned as Drakos ran a hand through his messy hair. “I forgot we planned to work on the car this morning.”

“Yeah, I would have forgotten too,” Diego drawled.

I turned and started opening the cupboards above his sleek coffee grinder and state-of-the-art coffee machine. “I’m heading over to the mortuary soon. Go do your thing.” When I didn’t find what I was looking for, I bent over and checked the lower cupboard. Bingo. I grabbed the bag of coffee beans and straightened.

“Get your eyes off her ass,” Drakos growled low.

I whipped my head around to see Diego with his hands up, but his laughing eyes were still glued to my ass.

“What? She bent over in front of me, and her shirt rode up. I guess it’s technicallyyourshirt. You seriously can’t expect me not to look.”

I poured coffee beans into the grinder, and they both turned to watch me.

“What’s your schedule today?” Drakos asked as I searched his kitchen for bread, bagels, or cold cereal. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a container of fruit and a couple of high-end protein shakes. Okay, no carbs this morning.

“I need to get dressed and head to the funeral home. What does your day look like?” As soon as I asked, I regretted the question. We sounded like a couple.

“I’ll be here for a while this morning before heading into the office. As soon as you’re ready, I’ll take you, then pick you up around six. Does that work?”

I grabbed a piece of cantaloupe with my fingers, popping it in my mouth. “I can just bring my car back.”

Diego stared at my fingers. “I’ll lick those off for you.”

Drakos glared at him. “Quit talking about licking any part of her, asshole. She’smine.” He walked over and wrapped his arms around me, then nodded at Diego, who sat smirking at us. “We need a few minutes. I’ll meet you in the garage in ten.”

Then he took my hand, tugged me to the bedroom, and shut the door. When I pulled out of his arms and turned on him, he shook his head. “Youaremine.”

I opened my mouth, but he held up his hand. “My semen is soaking your cunt, you’re in my dress shirt, and we fucked four times since last night—the last time without a condom.”

My heart raced. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

His eyes narrowed. “Where are you going to sleep tonight?”

“Here,” I bit out. “But–”

“And for the next six nights?”

I shook my head. “Youknowwhere, but this is a bet.”

His nostrils flared, and he leaned into me. “You keep thinking that if it makes you feel better, but I thoroughly enjoyed you climbing on top of me and riding me this morning. We both know this isn’t going to end when the week is over. Come find me when you’re ready to leave for work.”

He turned toward the door, but I held up my hand. “Wait. We need to talk first.”

“If it’s you insisting you’re not mine, then I’ll pass.”

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