Page 146 of Love Me Dangerous

“For real.”

After another game of foosball and meeting more of Zach’s Finn River friends, the party winds down. After Zach leaves with Sofie and William, I help bring in a bunch of glassware and the bartender waves me into the back. When I slip inside the empty kitchen, Kirilee is limping toward me, a pained look on her face.

“Hey,” I say, frowning. “You okay?”

“Sliver,” she says over the sound of the dishwasher. “The bartender said they had a first aid kit back here.”

I glance around but don’t see one. Quickly, I unload the glasses into the dishwashing tray, then hurry to the main prep area of the kitchen, now spotless and bare after the end of the shift. “Is there an office?”

“That what he said,” Kirilee leans on the edge of the counter.

“Hop up,” I say, nodding to the kitchen prep table. “I’ll go find it.”

She gives me a look.

“Need help?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.

Her eyes flash with curiosity. “No.”

It takes her a moment to realize I’m waiting.

“I can’t sit up there,” she says. “It’s for prepping food.”

“You’d rather stand here in pain?”

“Well, no.”

I’m getting the sense that this girl doesn’t break many rules. So I slide my hands to her waist and lift her to the table. I shouldn’t notice how her body feels or the little gasp of surprise. And I shouldn’t like it.

“Stay right there.” I don’t mean it to come out bossy, but it’s better than her thinking she’s got me flustered. Plus I won’t have her walking another step in pain.

I walk down the hallway. I’ve worked in a few restaurants, so I know there’s usually an office for things like payroll and bookkeeping. But as Iround the corner, two things happen at once. I find the office—a door is ajar. And I hear noises coming from inside it. Music?

I’m about to walk up and knock when the noises turn distinctive. Slurping and…

“Yesss, suck my cock. Ooooh, yeah.”

Oops. Not music.

I’m pivoting to get the hell out of there but at that same moment, the person inside the room leans back, bringing his profile into the slice of light from the hallway.

It’s the tall pinch-faced guy from the party. Kirilee’s date. Getting his dick sucked. Enthusiastically.

Shit.

I want to kick this guy in the head. He’s in here with someone else while a sweetheart of a girl he’s supposed to be paying attention to is hurt. And while putting this guy in his place would feel really good, it would also draw attention.

With my fists clenched, I retrace my steps, forcing the image of this asshole bobbing into some girl’s mouth from my mind so Kirilee won’t be able to read it on my face.

“No luck?” Kirilee asks when I round the corner.

“I couldn’t get into the office,” I say. I’m a shitty liar, but I can skip over details like a pro. “I got a better idea though.”

“Oh?”

I turn around and tap my shoulder. “Get on.”

“Where are we going?”

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