Page 30 of Devious Lies

So am I.

Why am I attracted to men who wear violence around them like some goddamn shroud?

There must be something wrong with me.

Luc cups my cheek in his hand and dips his head.

“After close, I’m taking you home,” he says, and I nod.

I’m a novice, but I don’t care. I want him.

Luc seems to accept my response. He hums deep in his throat, then he presses his mouth to mine.

His kiss tilts my entire world on its axis.

When he lifts his head, I can’t even remember my own name.

Mia.

No, Maria.

Fuck.

“Tonight,” he says, then he turns and leaves me alone in the bathroom.

I look back at my reflection, and I don’t even recognize myself.

Did I say I couldn't pull off a sexy look?

Well, I was wrong. Something about the way Luc kisses the hell out of me has my eyes lust-glazed and my lips are pink and swollen.

I don’t even need lip gloss.

When I finally grab my big girl panties and leave the bathroom, Luc is nowhere to be seen.

And neither is Randy. I bite my lip.

“Hey Maria, what’s up?” Stella, another of our DJs, walks in with her gear.

“Hey Stella, did something happen to Randy?” I ask.

She shrugs.

“Don’t know. I just got a call to come in.”

I nod and walk back behind the bar.

He didn’t, right?

But I think he did. I think Luc sent Randy packing.

I know it’s heavy-handed and wrong that he fired the DJ over nothing, really.

But I kind of like it. I like his show of possession.

And I have no idea what that says about me.

I wonder if he means it. If Luc like actually likes me, or if I’m just a piece of property to him.

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