Page 86 of The Unseen

I salute. “Scout’s honor.”

“You weren’t a Boy Scout.” She eyes me suspiciously.

I smile. Of course I wasn’t a Boy Scout. Had there been a henchman boys club, my father would have sent me there.Unfortunately, that sounds a little too Hitler Youth, even for my dad’s monstrous tastes.

“No, I wasn’t. But I think I got my rope-tying badge if you’re interested later,” I murmur, stepping closer so my chest is at her back. I look up in the mirror, placing my hands on her hips. We look fucking good.

“Hmm.” She turns to face me, smoothing her hands down my chest. “Here I thought I was the one who liked tying people up.”

“I think you’d love to be on the receiving end. Give up some more of that control, Killer.”

“But you know I like it.” She pouts, and my lips pull to the side.

“I know a lot about what you like, Olivia. But I’m sure we can find out a few new things together.” She inhales deeply, her eyes darkening beneath her hooded gaze.

“If I were a betting man, I’d say your panties are getting damp, Killer.” I lift her chin with my finger as she swallows hard before parting her lips. “No time for that, baby. We’ve got plans.”

“You would be wrong,” she replies breathily.

“Really?” I arch an eyebrow.Surely she feels this, too?

“Yeah, but that’s only because I’m not wearing any panties.”

Fuck.She’s living up to her nickname a little too well. My dick is gonna fucking burst. She’s right about control; I’ve got zero of it. She’s got me by the balls.

Olivia winks before slipping on her stilettos and flicking her blonde waves over her shoulder.

I adjust my pants, take a deep breath, and hope these are the most boring people on the planet so we duck out early and I can fuck her into the headboard for the rest of the night.

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The girls are downing margaritas like there’s been a shortage and they suddenly have access to an open bar. Which I guess they do, since I’ve left my Amex with the bar staff under the strict instruction that no one else in my party picks up a check.

Olivia and Nicole are getting along like a house on fire, and despite Josh’s initial apprehension, he seems like an okay guy, albeit a little obsessed with Nicole. But hey, can’t blame a guy for that. I’m certainly not in a position to.

“So, you don’t work together normally?” Olivia asks.

“Nope. Poor Josh here lost a bet with my brother and ended up taking his place helping this weekend.”

Olivia laughs. “Sounds like something my brother would do. What was the bet?”

“It was a shuffleboard game. Don’t ask. They’re obsessed.”

Josh rolls his eyes. “We are notobsessed, Nicolette.”

He takes a sip from his bottle, and she looks at him all doe-eyed. He shifts uncomfortably and starts peeling the label of the bottle.

“Isn’t that game for old people?” I ask, teasing.

His head snaps up, and I instantly hold my hands up in surrender. “Just kidding, man.”

Everyone laughs, and Olivia places her hand on my thigh, giving me a light squeeze.

“It is weird, though, because Josh is the best shuffleboard player in Austin. He’s won a load of competitions,” she boasts.

“They’re just bar games,” he dismisses her with a swish of his hand.

“Not that one up in East Creek. You won like one thousand dollars that night.”

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