Page 182 of Wicked Minds
“I prefer my guys more rough around the edges, yet there’s no denying that’s one nice ass,” Tara continues, causing me to sigh as I glare at her.
“Are you done yet?”
She throws her head back, laughing. “Are you? Don’t think I missed that eye drop. You totally checked out his ass.”
Grinning, I playfully shove her shoulder. “Well, you hyped it up so much, I couldn’tnotlook.”
“Uh-huh, whatever helps you sleep at night... Although maybe cuddling up to Grayson’s ass would help with that.”
“Shut up!” I half squeal as I slap a hand against her forearm, causing her to burst into hysterical laughter so loud that it draws Grayson’s attention our way. His eyes narrow, brows furrowing as he watches the two of us, and like the mature adult I am, I stick my tongue out at him.
He huffs before snapping his gaze away.
“Girl, you are so fucked.”
“Huh?”
Still laughing, she points between me and Grayson. “That.”
“What?”
She merely shakes her head, leaving me confused about what she’s talking about. Maybe she knocked back a few shots before I arrived, ‘cause she’s not making any sense.
“Ehh, okay, while you figure out how to explain yourself, I gotta go pee.”
“Sure thing. I’ll be here when you get back.”
I barely make it three steps through the crowd before a large palm wraps around my arm, yanking me to a stop.
“Where are you going?” Grayson’s gravelly voice rumbles through my ear, and wide-eyed, I twist to face him before my gaze slowly drops to where he’s still holding me.
His drops too, but instead of letting me go, he shuffles closer.
“To the bathroom,” I say, sounding more breathless than is natural.
With a nod, he gestures onward. “Lead the way.”
“You’renotcoming with me.”
The asshole only arches a single eyebrow. “I’m in charge of babysitting you.”
Spine snapping upright, I fold my arms over my chest. “So is Logan, yet I don’t see him trying to follow me into the women's bathroom.”
Grayson’s eyes narrow in irritation. “Royce literally threatened to drag us into the ring against him if we let you out of our sight tonight.”
“That sounds like a you problem.”
When his hold only tightens, and he looks about two seconds away from ripping my head off, I heave out a frustrated sigh. “It’s the bathroom. It’s right there.” We’re basically standing right at the door. “I’ll be two minutes, and if I’m not back, you can come storming in like a hero to the rescue.”
Grayson scowls, but thankfully doesn’t argue.
Pulling from his hold, I spin in my heels and march away before he can argue, although I still feel his eyes drilling into my back until I slip through the doorway into the back hallway.
Pushing into the bathroom, I quickly relieve myself, taking a moment to breathe in the quiet, away from the noise, bustle, and heat of the main bar.
When I step into the deserted hallway, I hear hushed voices coming from behind a door slightly further down. I pause, recognition sliding through me.
There’s another murmur, words I can’t hear, though I recognize that voice as Royce’s. Moving as quietly as possible, I inch closer.
