Page 78 of Make Me A Sinner
“You said meet up with her. Not go out with her.”
“Meet with her... as in a club.” I slowly introduce what I want to say.
And he doesn’t seem to take it too well. His expression shifts, and I can see the white in his orbs disappearing.
“The eyes,” he says, a warning in every syllable.
“The eyes don’t scare me, Set.” I hold my stance.
“What about me killing someone?”
“You can’t kill someone because I want to go out. I’ll pick one of your clubs, if that helps you sleep at night.”
“It doesn’t.”
“Then I won't pick one of your clubs.”
“The hell you won’t.”
“Well, make up your mind and I’ll tell Monica where we’re going,” I try to sound casual, though I knew from the start this would be difficult. I should’ve gone with the blowjob.
“You’ll meet her here at the hotel. You can take heranywhere you want—here, go shopping, go to the café, the restaurants, the pool, just not the fucking clubs.”
It’s time to pull out the heavy artillery. “When will you trust me?”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you. The problem is I don’t trust anyone else.”
“Well, you should trust me to handle everyone else. You said I should be able to be on my own. To find my own courage. How can I do that if I’m always next to you?”
“If you want, I can take you to kill someone. It’s not in the club that you’ll find your courage,” he says, and I can tell his nerves are stretched to the max. In fact, he’s so tense that he’s about to get up from the table.
I have no real chance of winning this. To hell with it. Time forplan B. “We could negotiate,” I say, arching a brow, and just like that, I’ve got his full attention.
“Oh, you’re just plain evil now.”
“I’m just playing to win, just how you taught me. Ready fordessert?”
thirty-nine
-Serena-
Two days later
I’m trying to pick an outfit for the club tonight. It can’t be too revealing because I’d never hear the end of it from Set. But I can’t show up looking like I’m two days from retirement either. So, I pick a peach sequin skirt and a black top. I don’t want to overdo it, but the fashionista in me refuses to let me walk in anything less than fabulous.
I agreed to go to one of Set’s clubs as long as he stays away. I just hope he keeps his promise.
Monica came this morning, and I already let her know that I was giving her a room here, but I only told her about the suite when she arrived. She screamed so loud the whole hotel probably heard her, then jumped on the bed for almost half an hour before I let her unpack and rest a little since it’s been a long drive. Plus, I took the time to surprise Set in his office with a very special lunch break that ended with both our clothes on the floor. That should keep him satisfied for the day—enough so he won’t grumble too much when he sees me head out tonight.
I then let him get back to his business and I take Monica for coffee—that’s an excuse for cocktails at the hotel's downstairs café. And yes, it’s the same one I got kidnapped from, but it’s still my favorite café. Besides, with Chen out of the picture, I figure I’m safe.
“So, tell me about the demigod you just bagged,” Monica says, dropping into her chair the second her cocktail arrives.
Demigod, what a strange, butaccuratechoice of words. I can’t hold back a smile. “I didn’t even get the chance to introduce you to Set. How do you know about him?”
“People treat you like royalty here. I saw the waitress nearly having a panic attack because she had to serve you. Plus, I read the papers, and you were seen with the hottest bachelor around, who happens to own this exact hotel. I’m smart enough to figure out the rest.” She grins, pretty proud of her amateur PI work.
“I guess you got me there. But there’s not much to say.” At least nothing much that I can tell her anyway. “We met in Vegas and have been together ever since,” minus the months I ran off, but that’d just raise more questions.
