Page 66 of Dark Romeo

“You still lied to me. Why should I believe anything you say?” I wasn’t ready to believe him. Even though, deep down I wanted to.

“Because you know me, Jules.” He grabbed my arm, his grip so tight that it bordered on painful. “Look past the last name I was given.”

I yanked against him but he wouldn’t release me. “Let go of me.”

“You know me.”

I scowled at him. “You’re a prime suspect in my active murder investigation. As far as anyone else is concerned, I don’t know you.”

“You didn’t tell them about us?” The word us came out like a breathy whisper and the word slithered down my spine, unleashing a series of unwanted images through my mind: his hands on my hips, his mouth claiming mine, his beautiful cock sliding into my aching core. My clit throbbed.

I swallowed and tried to wrestle control back from my mutinous body. “No. I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Good.” He let out a huge breath. He was relieved.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to be associated with you either,” I snapped, a stab of hurt embedding in my stomach. “My career is not worth ruining for you.”

He frowned. “I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about… If my father found out that you and I…” His mouth snapped shut. What was he about to say? “You’re better off not telling anyone about us.”

Us? That word was like a taunt. There is no us, I wanted to yell. “Why didn’t you tell me who you were?” I demanded, pent up betrayal finally surfacing. “Why did you lie to me and tell me your last name was Lettiere?”

“I didn’t want you to look at me the way you’re looking at me now.”

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like I’m a criminal. Like someone to avoid.” He sounded almost sad. “Some girls… it turns them on. They like the danger of being with a Tyrell. I knew you weren’t like that.”

Wasn’t I? Being here with him right now was pretty damn dangerous but I was still, for some screwed up reason, turned the hell on.

He stepped closer. “Don’t tell me you would have come with me if you knew I was a Tyrell.”

“Of course I wouldn’t have gone with you. Do you think I like being in this position? Having to lie to my partner, to my superiors, to my father?”

“No, I don’t suppose you do,” he said, his voice turning hard.

“It was a mistake,” I blurted out. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

“A mistake,” he said, his voice laced with anger. “Yes, I suppose it was.”

“You also shouldn’t have lied about not having a girlfriend.”

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Rosaline came to the station today to corroborate your alibi, or should I say, to lie for you. She seemed to think differently about your relationship.”

Something dark crossed his face. “Rosaline has this idea of us that doesn’t match reality.”

“And yet you still called on her when you needed help,” I spat out. “Did you tell her it was me?”

“Of course not.”

“I questioned her. She knew everything we did when we were together. You told her everything.”

“Are you mad because she lied,” he spoke in a low voice, “or are you angry because I shared what was ours with her?”

My heart stabbed. “I’m angry that you put me in this position. I know that a witness is lying to me but I can do nothing about it.”

He pursed his lips, then a look of amusement lightened his face. “You’re jealous.”

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