Page 17 of Into the Blue
You.
What it means that I never questioned your authority over me and let it feel something like concern for my well being that curls something low in my belly.
What it means that I wanted to tell you everything about my plans instead of allowing them to weaken your outfit further.
I definitely cannot tell him that.
“About the girls who had you before,” I lie, knowing it’ll make him pause the sensual touch he has on my leg.
He does. Slight tilt of his head, that faint tick in his jaw again. “There’s no girl who’shadme before.” There’s an inflection there that does the heavy lifting of his meaning.
I nod, as if that settles it. But inside I’m screaming because that was a petty question.Why does it matter if there was someone before me?The fact he reconfirms for me without complaining about repeating himself again is significant somehow.
And Blue… Blue smiles at me like he knows.
That unhappy smile is doing dangerous things to me.
He knows there was no reason besides a slight insecurity driving the question.
Like he’s waiting for me to confess to the irrational possessiveness I feel.
I won’t. This is all a game.
I sit across from him, the hem of my sparkly skirt is riding scandalously high on my thighs. His eyes don’t flinch. They never do. He doesn’t ogle.He studies. As if he’s already dismantled me and is simply waiting for the pieces to stop moving.
“You trust me, Blue?” I ask and hate how breathless it sounds as he’s still touching me proprietarily.
He chuckles deep and low. “Trust you to do exactly what you need to make money.”
Right. I’m a dancer at his club.
I swallow hard. That line? That line should’ve put me back on mission.
Instead, it makes me wonder what it will be like to make moneywith himinstead of for him.
Damn it.
I cross one leg over the other to buy time. I hope he mistakes it for nerves instead of guilt.
“I know who you are…” I hedge.
His eyebrow raises, “And who am I?”
“The King.” I roll my shoulders back. “They call you the King of Green and the Dupont name is dangerous in the South.”
His eyes hold mine, still unflinching. “That’s me,” is all he responds with, watching my face for anything that will give him information.
I can’t blow this.
“I should stay far, far away from you. You’re no good for me.”
His head tilts toward the door. “Haven’t left yet.”
I shake my head. “I heard something tonight.”
His brows slam down. “Go ‘head.”
“I heard someone’s leaking info to the Fayes.” There. Simple. Just laying it out. I did actually hear someone. Though the reasons why I was listening were purely selfish.
