Page 22 of Sinful Secrets

A pit grows in my stomach. I should tell her about the Sharks, but that’s not what comes out of my mouth.

“Let’s go to your place.”

A frown forms on her face. “Are we ever going to go to your place? You always want to come over, but never offer for me to meet you at your place.”

I internally debate her coming over. I do live closer to the club than she does, but I haven’t told anyone about Savannah. No one knows I’ve been seeing or sleeping with her.

It just hasn’t come up in conversation. But I know, the second they find out about her, the teasing and the jokes will start.

“Yeah, you can come over to my place. I live closer than you, but I do have work in the morning, so be prepared for an early wake up call.”

She turns to face me. “I can get a cab in the morning or even tonight, if you are embarrassed to be seen with me.”

I grab her hands and place them on my thigh, giving them a squeeze. I let out a long sigh.

“Savannah, I’m not embarrassed by you, nor am I embarrassed to be seen here, at your place, or my place with you. You deserve more than what I can offer you right now, but I’m greedy and will take any and all time I can get with you.”

To be honest, I’m already falling for her, and that can only end in disaster. Men like me, who only contribute to the drug problem and cross into the gray area of morality, don’t deserve love.

Especially from someone as great as Savannah.

Chapter Five

SAVANNAH

He might not be embarrassedto be seen with me in public, but I know he’s hiding something.

There’s a reason he hasn’t invited me to his place before now, and the only reason he invited me was because I practically begged him.

Is he secretly married and doesn’t want his wife to know about me?

Could he be living with an ex-girlfriend?

Or a current girlfriend?

He travels a lot for work. That could be his way of spending more time with a different woman, like Dad did.

I shake those thoughts away and leave Spencer in the private room and head into the back to change. The smell of hairspray clings to the air and glitter makes every surface shimmer like a disco ball.

I throw my lace nightie in my duffle bag with my heels and change into a pair of cotton lounge shorts and a tank top.

I brush out my curls before throwing my hair into a bun and making my way back to the front.

Spencer is standing at the bar, talking on the phone. He looks angry, almost pissed, as he waves his hand around, like the person he’s talking to can see him.

As I step closer, I overhear part of his conversation.

“Would you rather have tension driving a wedge between the team? I don’t think ignoring this problem will make it go away.”

His tone is harsh and direct. It reminds me of the way the professors greeted us on the first day of class. I felt like I was a small child being scolded by my parents.

Spencer listens for a few moments before saying, “I’m not trying to step on anyone’s toes. I just want what’s best for the team and for everyone involved, because Gage is on a path to self-destruct. I could see it in his eyes.”

Who’s Gage, and why is he on a path of self-destruction?

What does Spencer have to do with all of this?

Is Gage a co-worker? A neighbor? A friend?

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