Chapter 15
Sloane
Gasket was nowhereto be found the next day. At least, he wasn’t in his room when I wokeup.
I must’ve drifted off in the early hours, but it wasn’t a restful kind of sleep. It was the kind full of dreams that made little sense and left my head feeling fuzzy and my eyes clogged withgrit.
When I opened my eyes fully, I realized I wasn’t alone, afterall.
Chaser was sitting on the floor, thumbing through a motorcycle magazine. The light dappled across his legs—black jeans that were torn across both knees—and the tight muscle tank he wore clung to his pecs just so. His hair was overgrown and hung over his forehead, much like the five o’clock shadow on his jaw was getting into beard territory. How many o’clock’s wasthat?
Realizing I’d never had a chance to stare at him like this, I smiled. Damn, he looked tough. Tough, dangerous, and completely fuckable. I would totally crawl over there right now and suck his cock, and he wouldn’t even have to ask. I would suck, then grind him until he begged to be inside me. I hadn’t heard him beg yet. Wouldn’t that besomething?
“I know you’re awake,” he said, turning a page and tilting his head to check out aphotograph.
“Where’sGasket?”
“That’s what’s on your mind?” He glanced at me, cocking aneyebrow.
“After last night…yeah, itis.”
“Dealing,” was Chaser’s onlyreply.
He was doing that thing again. The thing where he told me with the tone of his voice he didn’t want to explain and I better not nag him aboutit.
“What did I do to deserve the pleasure of your company?” I rolled onto my back, thoroughly pissed off, any juice I’d had building between my legs drying up. I was the one who’d been attacked, but it didn’t seem like a priority to tell me what was going on with Harley. I was dying to know how Marini had reacted.Pardon thepun.
“I’ve been ordered to keep an eye on you,” Chaser said with a half-smile.
“Good.”
“Yes andno.”
“Do you have to always burst my bubble?” I grumbled, burying back into Gasket’s stinkysheets.
“Your father already suspects I’ve got a soft spot for you. This is just another of histests.”
“Typical…” I bit my bottom lip. “I’d really liketo—”
“Sloane.”
I laughed, more out of frustration than triggered by any kind of joy. We were in the shit big time. Nothing had gone to plan from the moment we’d met. Everything from matters of the heart, including the bits between my legs, to knowing which enemy to fight first. Even when I saw Chaser as the enemy, it hadn’t gone right, either. It would be a comedy if the stakes weren’t sohigh.
“What did he say?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. By now, my makeup was half up my face, and my eye shadow had migrated to make me look like a panda.Probably.
“He wasn’thappy.”
“You’re not convincingme.”
“This isn’tworking.”
I knew he was talking about my convoluted plan to take Fortitude. He’d said my father already suspected our relationship, which meant he wasn’t buying a single word I’d said since I’d arrived. We would have to make a bold move soon, but not straight away. Harley’s attack had bought us sometime.
“Where’sHarley?”
“Locked up, waiting for hispunishment.”
“Whichis?”