Page 158 of Gloves Off

“Let’s take a vote,” Jordan says.

“No.” My eyes go wide. “No voting.”

“All those who think—” Her gaze cuts to the direction Alexei came from. “—Volkov is in love with Georgia, raise your hand.”

I’m staring at my bunny but in my periphery, four hands go up. My heart does a somersault of delight. Fuck.

Jordan reaches out and lifts Stefan’s paw. Darcy giggles, lifting Damon’s paw in my lap.

Jordan gently pokes the side of my head. “It’s unanimous.”

“Okay,” Hayden bursts into the room like a golden retriever, carrying two plates of something chocolate, “enough lazing around, ladies. Eating, round two, is about to begin.” He tries to sit in Darcy’s lap while she dissolves into laughter, trying to push him off, and the other guys wander in.

“I’ll help.” I get up fast and hurry out of the room, eager to get the hell away from their knowing gazes.

In the kitchen, I find Alexei plating more of the dessert. I was hoping for a pile of dishes to distract myself, but the kitchen is spotless.

“What is this?” I ask, leaning on the counter, folding my arms over my stomach. I don’t want to go back into the front room, with everyone and their knowing glances, so I linger.

“Raspberry chocolate torte.”

He focuses on cutting perfect slices. Like everything else about him, his sharp focus is hot.

“You know what I just realized?” he asks after a moment, eyes on the raspberry stuff he’s drizzling over each slice.

“What?”Please don’t say anything about whatever he might have overheard in the other room,I pray.

His gaze swings to mine, hot with teasing. “I never got you back for the team dinner.”

When I smeared cake in his face. Up his nose. My pulse picks up. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He tilts his head, eyes on me like a predator, and a laugh bubbles up my throat.

“You don’t remember smearing cake all over my face?”

“Alexei.” I start to back away, and he follows, gaze locked on mine. “No.”

“It’s only fair.” His eyes flare with amusement. It’s a good look on him.

“Alexei,” I put my hands up, “I’m serious. This dress is silk.”

“I’m rich. I’ll buy you a new one.”

I swallow, trying not to smile so hard. “I’m smiling but it’s because I’m nervous.”

“Good.” His expression turns wolfish. He’s enjoying this, the sick fuck. “You should be.”

I bump up against the counter. He braces a hand behind me, blocking me in.

“You ready to beg, Hellfire?”

I start giggling helplessly. “Never.”

“Maybe you just need some encouragement.” He dips his hand into the bowl and I laugh harder, pushing against his arm to scramble away, but it’s like trying to move a steel bar.

His arm loops around my waist and I shriek with laughter as he smears raspberry sauce across my mouth, trying to fight him off but laughing too hard to succeed.

“Oh my god, get away from me,” I laugh as he tries to kiss my mouth. “If you’re going to cover me in dessert, at least fuck me after.”

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