Page 61 of Untouchable

CHAPTER 33

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“DARTS & DOUCHEBAGS”

Mikey and Bodine spent most of the day sleeping off and on, and Katarina spent hours upon hours up in her room, doing God only knows what. I assume something work-related because she only came down once—in the same clothes she was in this morning, with a pair of glasses on—made herself a bowl of noodles then retreated back upstairs.

“Everyone has twenty minutes to be ready to go,” I announce to the house, causing Mikey and Bodine to look at me from where their asses are practically glued to the couch. Katarina flies to the banister, her clear-rimmed glasses perched on her nose.

“Where are we going?” she asks excitedly.

I smirk at her enthusiasm. “Out.” The guys holler obnoxiously, and Katarina lets out a squeal before disappearing back into her room to get ready. I sure hope twenty minutes was enough time. Within ten of those twenty, the three of us are leaning against the kitchen island, ready and waiting for Katarina to emerge. Just as I look down to check the time, I hear someone whistle and look up to see Katarina in the most jaw-dropping outfit I’ve ever seen her wear.

Her hair is curly, but not in loose waves like it normally is. They’re a bit tighter this time and her makeup is simple—rosy cheeks and long eyelashes. The leather shorts and half lace, half silk corset top she has on though? Makes me want to change plans so no one else gets to see her in it.

“Don’t worry boys, I won’t keep you waiting. Believe me, I’m long overdue for some fun.” The suggestive way she wags her eyebrows only solidifies the thought that this was actually a horrible idea. She walks out ahead of us, and we all stand frozen, staring at her as she goes. “Are we going or what?” She stands with her arms crossed over her chest, leaning against my bike and I can’t even begin to express how badly I want to sayno.

We pull up to a bar just a few miles down the road, and the music is pouring out the windows when we cut the bikes off.

“I can practically hear the tequila calling my name.” Kat puts her helmet on my bike and struts towards the entrance, as I give the guys a look—silently telling them to watch her like a fucking hawk tonight. The place is nice, not as rundown as you’d expect it to be from the looks of it on the outside. Neon signs light up the walls, music playing at an obnoxiously loud level, boisterous laughter filling every corner, and everysingleeye on Katarina.

“Blackberry margarita, on the rocks, salted rim.” She smiles as she puts her order in with the bartender, earning a smile back. Mikey and Bodine each order a beer, theonethey’re allowed to have if they plan to drive those bikes anywhere after this. Then Kat turns to face me with a scowl. “Are you not drinking?”

“Nope.”

“Well, that’s not very fun.” She leans on the bar counter, and my eyes involuntarily fall to her breasts.

“If I’m driving you, I’m driving sober.” The look on her face causes me to pause, wondering why what I just said seems to have rocked her.

“Blackberry margarita.” The bartender sets Katarina’s drink down in front of her and she smiles again to thank her. When she turns back around, her eyes are full of wonder as she keeps them locked on mine, simultaneously taking a sip of her drink.

“But that just means that you can drink to your heart's desire. Have some fun tonight, Reaper. I’ll keep you safe.”

The humor returns to her face as she finishes another sip of her drink. “And what if I’m too drunk to sit on the back of your bike after?” I pull on the bandana she has tied to her shorts belt loop and she stumbles forward.

“We already know how to fix that problem, don’t we?” Her cheeks redden and she rolls her eyes, stepping away from me.

“I’m going to play darts,” she announces, walking over to set her drink on a table by the dart board that hangs on a wall. Mikey, Bodine, and I stay at the bar watching people, but my eyes always seem to rush back to Katarina. It’s like ever since I told her I have to stay away, every fiber of my being is trying to do the opposite. Completely unprovoked since she’s not flirted with me once since she exited the hot tub the other night, and I fucking miss it. The way she’d look at me, touch me, tease me. I want it back.

“Dude, you okay?”

“Why do you ask?”

Mikey reaches out and touches the corner of my lip, making me jerk. “I think you’re drooling.” Bodine bursts into laughter and I swat Mikey’s hand away.

“I’m fine,” I growl.

“Just fucking say something to her, Jesus! What are you waiting for?” Bodine groans from the other side of Mikey. I lean forward to look around him, and his eyes widen. He clearly isn’t giving up on this quest to make me sound crazy for setting the boundaries that I have in place when it comes to Katarina.

“I’m not talking about this again,” I say, keeping my voice as low as I can while still being loud enough that he can hear me over the music. His face falls and he nods, looking across the room.

“Alright, fine. So we should expect you to be totally normal over the fact that she’s flirting with some guy right now, right?” When I look back over to where Katarina has been playing darts, I see some guy trying the lame move of helping her with her technique. What pisses me off more is that she seems to be falling for it. I stand from my chair, just as he places his hands on her hips. Her hand is high, with a dart pointed straight for the board, and when she releases it, it lands straight in the center. She squeals with excitement and he pats her hips, cheering her on. He’s about to become the next bullseye if he doesn’t stop touching her.

“Suddenly forget how to play darts, Little Reaper?” I don’t know when I made it to the table they’re standing at, but here I am.

“What?” She frowns. The guy's eyes bounce between us and he awkwardly interrupts.

“I’ll grab you another drink, babe. What will it be?”

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