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I winced because I hadn’t told Iron anything and now the beans were being spilled about the little talk she’d have with Detective Mullins. But then again, it had been a crazy day. Iron seemed proud of Bridget after she explained what happened during her visit with the detective. I just hoped I wasn’t going to get shit about it later. Even if I did, I knew it was well deserved. I had let myself get distracted by Bridge and I knew it. He should have been the first person I went to after I found that shit out and I should have done it right away.
I cringed internally.
My feelings for Bridget had me a little mixed up.
I was starting to see that now.
But I couldn’t really figure out what those feelings were and maybe it wasn’t the time to sort through all that shit when there was… whatever the hell was going on here.
“So what’s your name and where the fuck am I?” Iron asked the rigid woman behind the desk.
That was when my eyes shifted to the monitors behind her.
Oh.
Um.
That was not what I expected.
And I got it then, why this place had looked so discrete.
“Petra Novak. And welcome to the Gilded Rose. I’d offer you a tour, but I’m sure you don’t have nearly enough funds to pay the dues for a membership.” Her eyes looked at us cuttingly. “Besides, I don’t doubt that you get all the free pussy you would need.” There was a hint of disgust or something in her tone.
“You’re right,” Iron said pinning her with his eyes. “I have no need to pay for sex. And I have no need to hide the things I like to do to a woman.”
That was when the perfectly put together woman shivered. It was slight, but I caught it. And I had no doubt that Iron had as well.
“So are we free to go, Petra?” The way Iron said her name mademycheeks heat. Damn. He was smooth. I wondered where the hell the wink was.
It was a little strange seeing him like this. He didn’t pull that side of him out all that often. And usually, it was when he either needed to get somewhere or get something. Or in this case, maybe getoutof something.
Instead of answering, Petra gave him a dismissive wave of her fingers.
Iron slowly rose to his feet, his large frame standing tall and towering over the still seated woman.
“Pleasure meeting you,” he said, his body leaning over the desk towards her a fraction of an inch.
Her eyes followed him but her body remained stiff.
Then a slow smirk spread across his face and— oh, yep, there it was— he winked at her.
Smooth fucker.
He turned and with a nod, I knew it was time to get the hell out of here.
“You good?” Iron asked Bridget once we hit the street and the door slammed behind us.
“Yeah,” she said with a shake of her head. Now that it was over, I could tell that she felt a little silly for calling me. But I was glad that she did and it was a good thing that I had picked up the phone. “Sorry I had to drag you guys out here. I had no idea…”
“Nothin’ to worry with.”
His hand fell on her shoulder and he gave it a quick squeeze. Then he sent a chin jerk in my direction and the rest of them scattered, climbing on their bikes and riding away like the world was on fire.
I turned to Bridget once we were completely alone.
My head shook back and forth as I blew out a harsh breath. I couldn’t tell what I was feeling right now.
Mad.
