Page 24 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

I sigh and slip from the stool. “Sounds good. If I’m not back down in five minutes, assume he has lured me into a sex dungeon against my will.”

Brennan snorts at my joke. At least someone thinks I’m funny.

“I will give him three minutes and then I’m coming up,” Laughn threatens. “No one puts my baby in a sex dungeon... except me.” He winks, and Boston elbows him in the ribs.

I race up the steps—three minutes isn’t a very long time, and Laughn coming up here to make a scene isn’t a good idea.

Pushing open my door, I find the mystery guy sitting up, and at the noise, he turns to face me.

Holy biceps, Batman; I know my mouth has dropped open. I suspect even a small amount of drool could start rolling down my chin.

“Hey,” he says. “I wasn’t sure if I should wait or sneak out. I know Myers is here somewhere?—”

“And you don’t like each other.” I cut him off, the memory of meeting Mister Preppy coming back to me. “I don’t imagine many people like him. It’s okay, I will walk you out.”

He nods, already half dressed.

We have about thirty seconds before Laughn makes his way up here. I have a vague recollection of this guy, and I’m sure as the memories come back I will get a better picture of how he ended up in my bed.

He follows me downstairs and, luckily for him, our audience joins us as I open the front door.

“So . . .” he says.

“I would say it was fun, but I have very limited memory from last night.” Being straight forward can be a fault, I own that, but I highly doubt this is his first one-night whatever. I’m still convinced there was zero sex.

“Oh, I was just going to ask for my shirt.”

Of course he was.

Lifting the white material over my head, I bunch it up and throw it his way before shutting the door in his face. There, that wasn’t so bad.

My stomach rumbles and nausea washes over me.

“Well, that wasn’t awkward at all.” Case snickers, leaning against the wall. The others have all disappeared.

“Wouldn’t be the first time—probably won’t be the last. What can I say? I love to party and have inadequate respect for tomorrow. I also have a newfound pastime of pissing off Boston.”

Case smiles, pushing himself off the wall. “He’s going to kill you in your sleep. It’s been a while since a girl has challenged him like you have.”

“What? Did he kill her?!” I laugh, but Case goes stiff.

Reading body language is something I do well, and I know he can’t decide on how he wants to respond. I hit a nerve, a serious one, and can’t help but wonder how they would all react to this topic.

“Jolie, food is done,” Brennan calls.

Time to see how bad a trigger this girl is.

Case doesn’t follow me, but the rest of the guys are seated back at the breakfast bar, talking amongst themselves. Taking a seat in front of the plate Brennan cooked for me, I scoop some of the steaming hot eggs into my mouth, then swivel to face the guys. I’m still in my bikini from last night, and Marlow throws his shirt at me, which I pull over my body.

“So, is it true? Did you kill a girl that challenged you like I do?”

Brennan’s hand comes down hard on the bench, causing me to jump. The guys at the table have different reactions. Boston storms off, Marlow lays his head on the table, closing his eyes.Davis calls me a fucking bitch, running off after Boston, and Laughn just stares at me.

“Sensitive much? I was curious to see if I was in any danger.”

“Jolie, just fucking stop,” Brennan snaps.

I have never seen him lose his composure like this. I open my mouth to apologise, but he stops me by raising his hand up.

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