Page 34 of Mr. Wicked

Why hadn’t she just asked Grayson, who was sitting next to her? Why had she directed the question at me?

My smile shifted to one that was a bit more polite than the flirty one I’d been aiming at him. “I’ll let Grayson tell you that.” And then I turned my focus to him and said, “Vodka on the rocks, like last time?”

The moment he nodded, I left the table, feeling his gaze bore through my back as I rushed toward the bar.

But it didn’t just stay on my back.

I felt it on my ass.

My thighs.

Even my neck.

“How’d it go?” Sloane asked as I typed their orders into the computer. “He’s ugly, right? And not worth a second of your time? And you’re questioning why you ever went home with him? And we’re going to practice how to shrink your heart to save yourself the heartache?”

I gripped the bar top with both hands. “Yep. Yep. Yep. And yeeep.”

I’m not going to look at him.

I’m absolutely not going to look at him.

I’m most definitely not going to look at him.

But I lost the battle.

And as soon as I glanced in his direction, our eyes locked again.

The hunger in his stare had doubled.

The passion exploded.

The need was beyond overwhelming.

So much so that I forced myself to look at Sloane, practically panting as I said, “I hate him.”

What was it about Grayson Tanner that I couldn’t get enough of?

That made me disregard the way he’d treated me?

That made me still want him so badly?

The answer to that was easy.

No man’s gaze had ever made me feel the way his did.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “You’re right. You’re Miss Fucking Obvious.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Grayson

“She’s perfect,” Laura said the moment Jovana left the table.

I knew exactly what Laura was saying.

Who she was referring to.

And I agreed with every word.

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