Page 89 of Flaunt
He grabs me and brings me into his chest. His hands lock at the small of my back. My heart flutters like a teenager with her first boyfriend, and if I think about it too much, I might be disgusted with myself.
It’s too bad I’m too focused on him.And that I came here with a purpose.
“Am I taking your picture or what?” I ask, drawing a line down his jaw. “Because if you keep holding me like this, I’ll lose my interest in photography.”
“And gain an interest in …”
I snicker. “Pornography.”
He bursts out laughing and steps away, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He scans the screen.
“I don’t get it,” he says. “Look at this.”
I peer over his shoulder.
Unknown: Peahens prefer peacocks with the longest trains and biggest displays. They are most attracted to peacocks with the most perfect train, number of iridescent “eyes,” and even their symmetry.
“Who is sending those?”I ask.
He shrugs. “My brothers get them too. Of course, I got a peacock when Moss got a flamingo.”
I snort.
“I wanted a lion or a tiger,” he says. “Something badass. Instead, I get a bird with iridescent feathers.”
Our eyes snap together.
“Asparklybird?” I ask, raising my brows.
“That can’t be a coincidence. But the sparkles thing would make me lean toward Jess, but he gets the texts. No one else knows about the sparkles thing except my brothers, and they all get them.”
“Even Foxx?”
Banks’s eyes narrow. “But this isn’t a Foxx kind of thing to do. It’s too … fun.”
I laugh.
Banks shakes his head. “But maybe it is. He did lose his key at the marina, and that’s very not Foxx-like. Maybe he’s breaking down in his old age.”
“It’s the easiest explanation.”
He grins like the cat that caught the canary. “I’m gonna get that bastard. I’ve been thinking of different ways to do it. I have one in mind, and it’s a little … over the top, even for me. But this whole peacock thing just sealed his fate.”
“What is it?”
“Can’t tell you.”
I gasp. “And why not?”
“Because it’s good. Really, really good. Likehe might actually kill megood. I’ll need an escape route pre-planned. Maybe up my life insurance.”
I giggle. “Then is it worth it?”
His eyes sparkle. “Totally. Want to be my beneficiary? I have a great policy. Dad made me get one when I turned eighteen. Something about me not making it very long if I didn’t straighten up.”
“I don’t want your money.” I lean closer. “I want to know what you’ll do to Foxx.”
He cackles.
