Page 31 of Clashing
“Yes,” I said gruffly, grabbing a chair.
“I’ll get your scotch.” Her hand grazed my shoulders as she walked away. My skin tingled from the contact, and I rolled my eyes at myself.Why is her touch so powerful?My gaze remained on her until she was a fair distance away, then I turned a glare on the rest of the table.
“Easy, you don’t need to say it.” Francis held up his hands, light reflecting off his bald head. “We know.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Say what?”
Benny sipped his drink, blond hair falling across his eyes. “That she’s off-limits."
“Right.” I set my hand on the table. “Because of Danny.”
“Danny?” Nick arched a scarred brow and drummed tattooed fingers against the table. “Come on, Ryker. Danny may be oblivious to the two of you, but trust me, no one else is.”
I grunted and folded my arms over my chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Francis chuckled. “It means you two make eyes at each other every time you’re in the same room.”
“And the shameless flirting,” Benny said. “You’ll have to ease up on that when Danny gets back.”
“That’s fucking ridiculous,” I scoffed. “She’s off-limits because of Danny.”
“Just because of Danny?” Nick nudged me. “Well, Danny doesn’t need to know, so I guess I’ll make my way over and get to know her a little better.”
My lip curled. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Nick’s smug expression as he sipped his drink boiled my simmering irritation. The other two mirrored it. I closed my hand into a fist against the table so I wouldn’t throw it at their faces.
“Here you go.” Scarlett placed a glass in front of me.
“Thanks, sugar.”
I reached for the drink, but she swiped it and stepped away. Cocking her head, she planted a hand on her hip.
Itsked. “Oh, come on.”
She retreated another step and shook her head. That fiery spark in her eye warned me she could do this all night.
“Thanks,Scarlett.”
“That’s better.” She returned the drink and sauntered off.
Her hips and ass swayed as she walked, providing a view no sane person could ignore. She disappeared behind the bar, and I tugged on my lower lip. All three of the assholes with me sniggered.
I scowled. “What?”
Francis cleared his throat. “Nothing.”
I dipped my fingers in my glass and flicked scotch at him. He didn’t speak again. Nick did. The cunt.
“Just that you’re so fucking pussy-whipped after a few days with this girl.”
I swallowed my drink in one gulp. “I’m not.”
“No? She didn’t just make you call her by her name?”
Collecting my glass, I stood. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Hey, man, it’s all good. The guys really like her, anyway,” Francis said.
