Page 79 of Secrets (The Sins Trilogy 2)
“I had no idea a classical pianist could dance so well,” I say.
She giggles. “We aren’t that stuffy. Besides, the music’s easy to move to. Some music’s impossible to dance to.” She shimmies closer, rubbing her belly against my cock. “Mmm. You’re hard.”
“Tease.” I brush my mouth against hers, enjoying her light mood.
She gives me a blinding smile. “If I can’t tease you, who can I tease?” She knocks back half her drink. “I love it that you’re helping people. It’s amazing.”
“Me? Helping?” I ask, genuinely shocked and confused. What I do is make money. “Are you really working for Elizabeth’s foundation? The place that feeds millions of hungry kids and save kittens?”
“Not everyone should go out and save kittens. Some kittens want to have fun. Decompress after a long week at work. Why should everything be about meeting the most basic needs?”
She’s looking up at me like I’m some kind of fucking hero, and I feel taller and stronger than a five-hundred-year-old oak. If we weren’t at Z, I’d toss her over my shoulder and carry her off to bed. Hell, I might still do that. My office is private.
Somebody slaps me hard on the shoulder. “Hey, bro!”
I turn and see Harry’s familiar face on my left.
Iris cranes her neck toward my younger brother. God damn it. Harry doesn’t know anything about Iris, and the last thing I need is him letting something slip in front of her.
On the other hand, there’s no graceful way to avoid this meeting either. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
I fist-bump with Harry, doing my best to shield Iris’s face from his view. Just my damn luck she’s right above the recessed light, which is illuminating her perfectly for Harry.
“I thought I was seeing things. You almost never enjoy your own club.” Then Harry finally looks at Iris, pulled tightly against my body. “Oh, I see, you’re here to show off.”
I know the moment he makes out Iris’s face. His eyes bug out, and his jaw goes slack.
“Holy shit, you’re…” He looks up at me. “She looks just like—”
Fuck! No!“Harry, you asshole,” I say, looping an arm around his neck and putting him in a headlock. Sorry, kid. “You think I forgot you owe me money?”
“What? What money?” he rasps.
I choke him, cutting him off. “You thought my jet was free?” I turn to Iris. “This is my little brother. Let me go deal with him. I’ll be right back.”
“Um…okay,” she says, shooting us a curious look.
I drag Harry away. He’s strong, but not strong enough to resist me. Besides, I have extra motivation.
I pull him through a corridor in the back until we reach my office. I finally let him go, shutting the door behind us.
“What the fuck, man?” Harry says, straightening and rubbing his neck. “What was that about?”
My heart is still hammering from panic. “Stopping you from making a big mistake.”
“But that girl! She’s a dead ringer for Ivy. Is she the girl in the wine fight video?”
I nod, miserable and annoyed. That damn video! Now I have to figure out a way to make Harry not talk too much. Which means getting another person to lie to maintain the façade I’ve created. I’m going to hell for this.
He frowns. “And the pianist in that video I showed you after you got me from LAX?”
“Yes,” I say, hating that Harry is putting things together so quickly. But he isn’t stupid. Just lazy.
“Holy shit. And I told Edgar you were going crazy again.” He drags both hands through his hair, pacing. “But…dude. The resemblance is freaky. I mean, how the hell can two people look that much alike?”
There’s no way to hide this. He knows her too well. He practically grew up with her since she was a little girl. A couple of minutes in her presence, he’ll put it together. “Because she is Ivy.”
He stares at me.
