Page 79 of Sinner
“Wrong,” Yejun interrupted. “Wechaseyouaround. Theandat the end is us fucking you. Wherever and whenever we end up catching you.”
“He knows that,” Lake said. “He’s messing with us.”
“Nixie being a brat?” West clicked his tongue. “What’s new?”
“We keeping the masks on for this?” Nix asked.
“It doesn’t really matter.”
“Let’s start with them on,” June suggested.
“You just don’t want all your hard work going to waste.”
“I spent a really long time creating these, asshole.”
“I have a rule,” Nix interrupted their banter. “No public sex. At least with me. I don’t care what you three get up to on your own, but—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” West held up a hand, “I need some more clarification.”
West knew him better than to think Nix was giving them free rein to sleep with whoever they wanted. He also knew that wasn’t something any of them would ever do, even if he did. There was only one person here tonight who they were interested in.
“I’m just saying, when you can’t find me and inevitably get frustrated, feel free to help each other out.” Nix didn’t bother hiding the fact that he was egging them on.
“Someone’s gotten cocky.”
“It’s your fault,” Lake said. “You spoil him.”
“Me?” West pointed at himself and opened his mouth to argue, then thought it over. “Well. Shit. That’s true, isn’t it? What do you think, Nixie? Ditch these losers tonight and run to me. I’llspoilyou so good we’ll make this whole place jealous.”
“No public fornication,” Nix emphasized, then turned to Lake. “I’m serious.”
“He’s the one who made that comment just now, not me,” the Imperial pointed out, though there was a thread of humor in his tone that gave him away.
“He’s not the one who fucked me in a tiny changing room so the entire staff would hear us,” Nix argued.
“Hate to break it to you, Firebird,” Yejun whistled, “they mostly just heard you.”
“You were being pretty loud,” Lake confirmed.
Nix sighed and then tilted his head in West’s direction. “That offer still on the table? Because actually—”
“All right, all right.” Yejun shooed Nix toward the stairwell. “We get it. Once we catch you, we’ll haul you off to a secluded corner somewhere and fuck you in the dark, happy? Enough talking. Get moving.”
“Ten minutes,” Nix demanded.
“Seriously?” West groaned. “That’s a lifetime.”
“Nine minutes then.”
“You’re mean.”
“Take it or leave it.”
“What does leaving it even look like?”
“Enough.” Lake shoved Nix playfully. “He’s stalling, West. Are you scared, Songbird?”
“Just racking up the anticipation,” Nix corrected. He moved to the stairs on his own this time. “Nine minutes. I mean it.”
