Page 19 of Masked Sins

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You should probably get back to your date. He looks bored.

Layla

Are you watching me?! Are you here?!?!

No. You know what? I don’t care.

Then why’d you run off to the bathroom?

Layla

I had to pee.

Bull. Shit.

Layla

What do you want, Orion?

You?

I blow out a breath before responding.

A “thank you” would be nice.

Layla

Seriously? God, you’re so freaking arrogant.

How was the cosmo?

Layla

Unbelievable. Get a life, Orion.

You are my life, I type out before erasing it. Glancing at the hallway with the bathrooms, I stand and leave enough cash for a 200 percent tip. As I approach Layla’s table, her date eyes me warily.

I’m used to it—the dark hair, tattoos, and muscles tend to make people squirm.

He jerks backward when I place my hands on the white tablecloth and lean in close to his face.

He looks terrified, which only amuses me further.

“There’s a small chance she’ll be nice and give you a second date.” I lean closer and practically snarl my next sentence. “But just so it’s crystal fucking clear: if you so much astouchher tonight, there are worse things than death.”

Her date scowls up at me. “Is that a threat?”

“I don’t make threats.”

Before Layla can catch me, I push off the table and give him a menacing stare. He startles when I throw my hands up, and I chuckle as I walk out of the restaurant.

My phone vibrates a minute later, and I already know who it is.

Layla

Did you scare my date away?

I may have said hello.

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