Page 4 of Four of Hearts

I rolled my eyes and sighed as I got up, and before walking over to him, I adjusted my skirt, shooting a quick glare back to Willa. “If he’s boring, I’ll be back.”

“Whatever. Go!”

I took a deep breath and walked across the room, smiling tightly at the guy who was patiently waiting for me to come talk to him. I stopped in front of him and offered another smile before saying hi.

“Good evening,” he greeted back, and I immediately cringed.

Good evening?

I raised a brow, unable to hold back a laugh. I had to be careful not to make fun of him, but it was hard. I cleared my throat and straightened up before holding out my hand to him. “I’m Lola.”

He smiled at me and slipped his hand in mine, gripping it way too gently. “That’s a very pretty name for an even prettier girl. My name is Robertus.”

“No, it’s not.” My words bubbled out of me uncontrollably. I couldn’t stand here, making fun of a guy I just met! Then again, this was exactly how things always went whenever I thought a guy looked decent enough.

“What do you mean?” he asked, looking confused with a frown between his brows.

I waved my hand, trying to keep myself together and not make this situation weirder for the both of us. “Nothing. So…Robertus, how did you end up at this party?”

“A friend of mine knows Benson, so we came to check out the gathering. Pretty cool, don’t you think?”

I nodded and watched as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Just what I needed.

He lit one cigarette and blew the first blow of smoke right into my face. That was all it took for me to end the conversation.

I turned my head and looked at Willa with a raised brow, and when she realized what I was trying to hint at, she pouted and shrugged.

I turned back around and gave Robertus a tight smile. “I’m sorry, I need some fresh air.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“Oh, no. I don’t want that.” I knew that being straight forward wasn’t always the nicest thing, but that’s how I got rid of people I didn’t want around anymore. Robertus was probably a nice guy, but smokers were never on my pros-list. Not only did I have asthma, and cigarette smoke blown right into my face often caused an attack, but I hated the smell as well, and I hated how smokers’ breath always stank. Kissing a smoker was a turn-off, and being in a relationship with one would be even worse.

After looking at Willa and pointing to the exit to tell her that I was going outside for a moment, I headed to the front door which was wide open. Benson welcomed anyone to his parties, and now that his apartment was bigger, more people appeared the later it got.

My feet were hurting, and I couldn’t be bothered taking the stairs. Luckily, there was an elevator. One that was in use when we first came here. Now, though, it was right on its way to this floor when I pressed the button.

I sighed, tapping the tip of my heel on the floor as I impatiently waited for the doors to open.

For this being an old industrial building, the elevator sure looked small.

I tilted my head back, watching as the one turned into a two, then a three, and then the doors finally slid open.

I was right about the elevator being small, but what I never would’ve guessed was to see four cops standing inside, taking up the space in their very sexy uniforms.

Chapter 3

LOLA

“Lord have mercy,” I breathed, pleasantly surprised by the sight in front of me. Pursing my lips, I studied the men, unable to take my eyes off their faces. All of them were foolishly handsome, and for a moment, I thought I was being pranked.

Then it hit me…

Shit…are they real cops? If so…Benson should immediately throw away everything he knows he shouldn’t store in his apartment.

I let my eyes drop to their uniforms, and while they all looked real, their nametags gave away that they weren’t real officers.

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