Page 103 of Indulge
“One second, Dec. I need to see what the fuck this is about.”
She’s been calling me for days.
“Lyla. What is it?” I ask, not hiding my irritation.
“I’m good, thank you, Reggie.”
“I’m working, and I don't have time for niceties.”
“I need you to meet me. I have to speak to you, it’s important.”
“Well, you have my attention now.”
“No, it has to be in person. I’ll be at Inferno until 8pm.”
“Fine.” I check my watch. It’s only 2pm.
“Can’t wait,” she chirps as she hangs up.
I cut the call and pocket it.
“What was that?”
I chew on the inside of my mouth. I don’t have a good feeling about this. First Rowan sees her at a bar, and now all the calls I’m getting.
“An annoyance. I’ll fix it.”
48
ROWAN
The smell hits first. Warm sugar. Melted cocoa. That familiar, sinful scent that clings to everything in this building.
Bella’s eyes are wide, darting across the polished copper vats and marble counters as she follows me through the glass doors.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “This is what heaven smells like.”
I grin. “You haven’t even tasted anything yet, sweetness.”
She looks up at me, and there’s that spark, the one that drives me fucking insane.
“Are you going to make me?”
“Depends.” I lean in close enough that my breath brushes her ear. “Are you going to behave?”
She laughs, shoving at my chest lightly. “Define behave.”
I swear my chest tightens just hearing her laugh again. After the other night, I didn’t think she’d even look at me, let alone tease me. But here she is, still mine in the smallest ways.
“Come on,” I say, leading her to the back tasting room. I had some of our men set this up, and I’m hoping they didn’t fuck it up with such short notice.
On the table in the center is a bouquet of pink roses and four jars of melted chocolate, each labeled with names that sound more like sins than flavors.Inferno. Sin. Obsidian. Decadence.
Her fingers trace one of the glass jars. “So I’m actually living in a chocolate factory?”
I chuckle.
“Yeah, the perfect front for the mafia, huh?”
