Page 45 of Playing A Risk
She holds out her phone. “You still want this? Huh? Huh? I dare ya to come and get it.”
I snatch it out of her hands. “The fighting is done for the day.”
She spins to me with her mouth hanging open.
Dorothy juts out her chin. “Betcha didn’t expect to have a two-on-one.”
Something flickers in Melanie’s eyes. “Was that an invitation?”
Damn.
This just got interesting.
“Um…no. But…” Dorothy stammers. “What the hell, Melanie? Why would you bring sex into this? We were having fun.”
“And we can continue to if that’s what you want.” She slides into my arms and runs her palm down my front.
I grab her wrist in the nick of time. She was about two inches from my dick.
“Not today, Melanie.” I glance at Dorothy.
She has a frightened glow in her eyes. “Good God. That took a strange turn.”
She strides toward the sofa near the gigantic window she loves gazing through.
I show Melanie her phone. “What’s this about, anyway?”
“Oh, nothing.” She takes the phone out of my hand. “I was just going to have a little chat with one Isabella Carter. Dori didn’t want me to and attacked me.”
My stomach wrenches. Them talking about Isabella can’t be good for me.
Dorothy spins to us. “Hunter, Mel was going to make matters worse.”
I nod. “I’m sure she was.”
“Wait until you hear my side of the story.” Melanie stabs her thumb into her chest. “Isabella called me earlier when we were in the hot tub. She was asking all sorts of questions, digging for information on you and Dori. Actually, she was asking for details about everyone’s lives. I’m telling you, she’s dangerous.”
Anxiety creeps up my spine. “Dangerous? How so?”
Dori chews on her thumbnail and flashes me a fake smile when she notices me staring at her.
“Isabella’s up to something.” Melanie strolls to the kitchen. “I don’t know what it is, but she asked questions that aren’t normal for someone who just met all of us.”
Katy appears from down the hall. “Sorry, Hunter.”
I glance her way. “For what?”
“It’s my fault.” She stops near the foyer. “I had to make a call in your study. They got out of hand before I could break it up.”
Dorothy walks to where Melanie is and gives me a guilt-ridden, lopsided smile as she passes. They huddle in the corner near the door to the wine cellar. I’ve always said she confuses the fuck out of me, but now I’m upside down and confused.
I face Katy. “I feel like I’m missing something.”
“They barely ate anything and had three espresso martinis each.” She shrugs an apology. “They may have also gotten into your wine collection.”
“Well, that explains a lot. I’ll take it from here. Go home and enjoy the rest of the weekend. I’ll text if I need anything.” I show her to the front door.
So Melanie and Dorothy are drunk.
