Page 42 of Hollow Heart

The only people who have ever seen my regrettable black cat tattoo are my bandmates and Marci.

Bobby doesn’t even know I have a tattoo.

And he’ll never see it because it’s on my fucking ass.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I huff, indignant.

Felix chuckles, licking his lips. His tongue probes his lip ring, blue eyes blazing as he continues his buttoning.

My cock throbs against my tight jeans as he leans closer to me, brushing his chest against mine, and I feel lightheaded.

Part of me wants to deck him.

To push him and run as far away as possible, and tell him to fuck off and do this interview himself.

But the other part of me, the one that wins out, wants to grab him by the damn throat andshowhim his place in a way that is as new to me as it is familiar.

I am frozen under his gaze, but I know I need to fight for my place.

I can’t let Felix think he has the upper hand, ever.

Even if he does.

He grins sexily. “Oooh, that means you do. And it’s probably scandalous.” He licks his lips.

“You’d just love that, wouldn’t you?” I bite. It wasn’t a question, as much as it was a statement.

“Since when do you care what I like? Aren’t you just here to manhandle me and tell me what to do? Isn’t that why Lou brought you in? Tohandleme?”

His words are taunting, but they also make me feel hot all over.

“Fuck you,” I bark, my voice solid as I bump his chest, the motion drawing attention to my unruly cock, and immediately, I panic.

Felix’s eyes widen, as does his grin.

“Is that a drumstick in your pocket, Duncan, or are you just really happy to see me?” he drawls. His tone is dark yet playful, like he actuallyenjoysthis exchange.

I bite back, feeling more on the spot than ever before. “Not everyone in a five-mile radius wants to fuck you, Felix.”

The moment I say the words, I know I can’t take it back.

For a sliver of a moment, Felix’s gaze softens, almost going glassy, and I feel like an asshole.

I hadn’t meant my tone to sound so harsh. I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince him or myself of that truth.

I’m also not certain that everyone within a five-mile radiusdidn’twant to fuck him.

Because the way he looks right now...

No.

Absolutely fucking not.

The moment of truth dissipates nearly instantly, Felix once more replaced by pain in the ass brat I’ve come to know.

“Says the man who probably hasn’t been fucked since before the invention of the cell phone.”

His words piss me off, and just as I am about to lay into him about them, a knock on the door pulls both of our attention.

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