Page 256 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Looks like yours are empty,” I teased, nodding to his hands.
In a flash, he ran his knuckles along my jaw before he gripped my chin.
“I know you think I’m one thing, but I assure you, I’m not.”
“Wow. Get a little alcohol in you and you start telling the truth,” I said thickly.
“You’re maddening.” His blue eyes skirted my face.
“Do you like it?” I asked. I was feeling some kind of way. Maybe angry. Vengeful. Crazy. Klaus did say I was crazy. Alcohol turned me into a completely different person. Truth be told, I really enjoyed being with Klaus. He was… interesting.
And god, was he hot.
I tabled that thought, feeling wrong for having it. He was a lot older than I was, but he was… different. I liked that he was. He didn’t seem to care and just took things in stride. Maybe he was only different with me, though, because I certainly wasn’t this girl with anyone else.
“I find it intriguing,” he murmured.
I wiggled in my seat, noting he was a breath away from me, his warm, hard body brushing against mine.
“How old are you?” I asked.
He smirked. “I’m forty-one.”
“Not too old.”
He chuckled at that, reaching out and tucking a curl behind my ear. I shifted closer to him, inhaling his rich scent.
“What happened between you and Alessandro?” he asked, breaking the spell.
I glanced away from him, my good mood dissipating.
“Nothing.”
“Lies. What do I have to do to you to get you to tell me?”
I looked back at him, my heart skipping. I was tired of playing the good girl. The nice girl. I needed to let loose and experience life. Every crazy moment, I wanted it all. It was myfuck youto Enzo and Cole.
“What do you want to do?” I challenged.
Flirting.
I was flirting with him.
I really had lost my damn mind.
“Don’t tempt a sinner, little hummingbird,” he murmured in a silky voice. “I’m not a boy. I’m a man, and I know ways to make you scream.”
“You’re drunk,” I said nervously. Something between us had changed since the tire-slashing incident and this moment.
“A little.”
“Won’t you get into trouble for drinking on the job?”
“It’s part of the job description.” He twirled one of my curls around his finger. “Besides, I’m done for the night.”
“So this is fun Klaus?” I reached out with a trembling hand and smoothed down his black shirt. The first few buttons were undone, and my fingers brushed his warm, tatted skin.
He released my curl and gripped my hand, forcing my gaze to his.
