Page 83 of Hale Yes
You will come when and where I tell you to come.
He’s like my own personal soundtrack that someone put on repeat and then left the room with the remote. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about his filthy words.
I swear, Helix Hale’s dirty talk could serve as a creative writing course for spicy romance authors. And I’m sure he has enough material to last for two entire semesters.
“Or what?” I taunt, and his expression hardens. God, I love when he lets this side of him show.
“Or you might just find yourself in trouble, Dr. Bell.”
“Well, that sounds…” I pause, giving him my very best flirty eyes. “Horrible.”
I can feel his chuckle in my chest as he licks some salt from the rim of his glass and takes a sip. There’s no doubt that tongue will have a starring role in my fantasies tonight.
“Are you trying to make me hard?” he asks so quietly only the two of us can hear.
“Is it working?”
The hint of a smile teases at his lips, and he lifts a single dark eyebrow, as if he’s daring me to find out.Mission accepted, sir.
My eyes journey down his body, over the abs I didn’t miss the few times I’ve seen him shirtless, and directly to his crotch. Helix moves one hand down and lifts his purple-and-black jersey a bit, just for a split second, but it’s long enough for me to see the bulge growing in his black shorts.
“Helix, hello, darling.”
His sexy demeanor vanishes immediately, and he rolls his eyes in annoyance. “And it’s gone,” he mutters.
I take a drink to keep from laughing. Were we seriously just discussing his boner in a crowded room full of his family?
Helix turns and plasters on something that I assume is supposed to be a smile as he greets the newcomer. “Hello, Serena. I didn’t realize you’d be coming today.”
“Remington invited me,” the woman gushes. She’s beautiful with dark-blue eyes and raven hair cut into a stylish, stick-straight bob that halts abruptly at her chin. And she’s wearing a suit. No fucking lie. A royal-blue fitted skirt and jacket with an ivory silk shell beneath. To a football game.
“Interesting choice of attire,” Helix remarks, obviously noting the same thing as me.
“Oh, thank you,” she purrs, drawing out the last word in the most annoying way ever. “I got it last week in London when I went to visit Remington.”
Helix downs the rest of his bloody mary like he needs the liquid strength. I deduce that he does not care for this Serena person. I’m astute like that. Is she an ex of his? That would explain Helix’s hostility. Serena seems to talk about Remi a lot, so maybe she’shisgirlfriend.
“I didn’t realize you made the trip across the pond.”
The woman simpers and tilts her head, allowing her hair to brush one shoulder. “He asked me to. You know how Remington is about me.” Her eyes dart around the suite. “Where is my best friend anyway?”
Ah, the best friend, though she’s giving me the vibe she’d like to be more.
Helix gestures down the stairs. “He’s watching the pre-game warm-ups down there.” Serena’s head whips around like a lion hearing the rustle of a rabbit in the bushes.
“Fabulous. I’ll just go say hello,” she says in a posh accent that sounds forced as she twiddles her fingers at him. “Ta ta!”
“Be careful going down the stairs, Serena. Wouldn’t want you to fall in those heels,” Helix warns to her back, though by his tone, I get the feeling he wouldn’t mind all that much if she busted her ass.
“She seems nice,” I quip when she’s gone, and Helix’s face relaxes as he turns back to me.
“She’s just as nice as your sister.” He places a hand on the small of my back and guides me toward the bar again. “Sorry if I was rude for not introducing y’all, but I wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible. Christ, I need another fucking drink.”
“Who is she?” I ask, moving my booted feet quickly to keep up with his long strides.
“That,” he tells me, “is Serena Greenfield. She’s been friends with Remi since practically birth. Our families used to be close.”
“Is she running for office or something?” I ask, earning me a quizzical look, so I clarify. “Because of the way she was dressed.”
