Page 19 of Scarred Hearts

He glanced down at me with a glint in his eye before opening a side door, letting me enter the viewing hallway first. At the end of the corridor, where it was wider than the rest, were new black leather couches that sat back-to-back with end tables at their sides. One faced the kinkiest member room while the other faced a private room, which had been locked since we opened.

Looking into the crowded one, he stood beside me with his arms crossed over his chest. “Like I told you before, she’s not my type.”

“When did you tell me that?” I asked in surprise.

He sighed.

I shifted my weight and bit my bottom lip, turning back to the lavish room. “Right, I was drunk,” I mumbled.

“We added a second St. Andrew’s cross and spread them out. We took out one of the beds.”

“I noticed.” I turned to him again. “Can I ask why?”

He chuckled. “Some assholes tried to scoot them together, and someone got hurt.”

“Already?” I giggled. “Good thing we have a damn fine lawyer.”

His gaze flickered down to my lips before meeting mine once more.

“I meant a… good one,” I clarified, feeling heat rise in my cheeks.

“I know what you meant.” Tyler turned his attention back to the room and opened his mouth as if to speak, but then closed it again.

We stood in silence, our eyes taking in a couple passionately kissing in front of the window. The man’s hand disappeared below our view, but the woman’s open mouth and jerks revealed that he was fingering her hard. He pulled her closer, kissing down her neck before yanking her top aside to expose her breast, which he eagerly took into his mouth.

“Okay, but why isn’t she your type?” I blurted, determined to divert the focus to anything except standing there with Tyler watching two people about to fuck in front of our eyes. I felt my pussy beginning to betray me.

He whirled back toward me, his expression stern. “You question me just after I told you I wanted to keep things between us professional.”

“Which is so stupid!” I barked back a little too loudly, though no one else could hear our conversation in the soundproof hallway.

He furrowed his brow.

“Dude,” I snickered, trying to lighten the tension. “We had sex. So what? You were just another client’s dick to me.”

“Gia.” His tone was warning.

“I gave you the night you deserved based on the big ass price tag it came with. The minute you left, I fucked three more guys.”

His eyes widened in surprise, and his jaw clenched in frustration.

“In fact, I fucked two others before you, so technically you fucked them too.”

“Enough!” He charged at me, backing me against the glass where the woman was now pinned against it while the man fucked her from behind.

My chest rose and fell rapidly as he glared down at me, his palms pressing into the window on either side of me. His tongue rolled over his bottom lip, and anger could be seen in his intense gaze. We were both tense and there was a strong current of sexual desire between us… for me at least. For him, not so much.

“You’re lying,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly, like a predator stalking its prey.

My heart raced as I wet my bottom lip, unable to avert my gaze from his piercing eyes. But I couldn’t let him see my weakness, so I shook my head defiantly.

“Then you lied to me that night,” he accused, his sharp features contorted in anger.

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. “Fine, you win. I lied just now. You were my first client that night, and we spent so much time together, I didn’t have time for anyone else after you left.”

“That’s what I thought.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but it quickly vanished as he glared at me. “Why the fuck would you say all that to me just now?”

“To make you feel better that I thought nothing of our night.”

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