Page 17 of Twisted Lies
Shit!My tongue stopped mid-twirl. I hadn’t even realized I’d been doing it.Damn it!
I scowled at her before draining my glass. I should be at home, sleeping. Instead, I was leering at some man like I was a sex-starved freak. I snatched the drink he’d sent.
“Jesus, what the hell am I doing here?” I mumbled under my breath.
Tabitha hip checked me, wiggling her body to the thumping beat of the music. “It’s okay to break out of your vanilla world and walk on the wild side.” She raised her eyebrows.
“Uh-huh.” I sighed. “Absolutely not. He’s off-limits,” I responded flatly.
He was gorgeous, just plain fucking gorgeous. His dark hair was shaved short. His searing gray eyes made me seriously horny. His stark features blended well with his chiseled cheekbones and painfully hard jaw. His body was pure rippling muscle, but he was completely not my type. He looked like CEO material, and I was damn sure I wasn’t remotely close to his type of woman, especially with my nontraditional clothing and tattoo-covered back.
I deliberately turned and pulled my long auburn hair over my shoulder, giving him a full view of the intricate tattoos covering my back. I was hoping he would just move on to the Barbie-looking women eyeing him with lustful eyes. I looked over my shoulder smugly, but he was still standing there, staring at me.
Shit. Well, this is new.
Running my hands through my hair with trembling fingers, I mumbled, “Tell me again. Why am I doing this shit? I’ve got a ton of work to do.”
Tabitha rolled her eyes. “Like what?”
“I have clients depending on me.”
Tabitha choked on her martini. “Sin, you’re a clothing designer not a doctor. Besides, you haven’t had a date in months. You work nonstop. Just enjoy the interest of a sexy man.”
Feeling his scorching gaze, I turned and stared at him. His eyes flashed as he arched his eyebrow at me. There was no smile. It was probably something he didn’t know how to do. When he crossed his muscular arms, my eyes traveled up his tall, well-built body, stopping at his piercing, bright gray eyes. My fingers clenched, wanting so badly to run through his blunt-cut, midnight-black hair.
Shit, shit, shit.
It was going to be another long night of pushing Beast, my favorite vibrator, to the breaking point.
Breaking eye contact with the man, I looked over at Tabitha. “I need to stop. I don’t want to raise his expectations because I’m damn sure not taking him home tonight.” I nudged her. “Why don’t you go over and tame him?”
Tabitha pouted playfully. “Well, unfortunately, the gorgeous lion isn’t into me. If he were, I would be over there in a heartbeat, ready and willing to take him down as if I were on a safari.”
I laughed, nearly choking on my drink. “I’ve never had a man stare at me with such intensity. It’s like I’m a deer he wants to chase down and eat. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not opposed to being eaten by a good-looking man.” I waggled my eyebrows.
Tabitha swatted me playfully. “You’re so naughty, and I love it.”
“But what’s up with the I-want-to-rip-you-apart stare?”
“Well, go find out,” she responded dryly, gently prodding me forward.
I shot her an annoyed scowl, rooting myself to the spot. “Hell to the no.”
Tabitha groaned. “What happened to fun Sin?”
I grinned. “She sharpened her his-dick-ain’t-worth-the-trouble detector. With this guy, my detector is ringing like a motherfucker.” I winked at her. “Beep, beep, beep.”
Tabitha laughed. “Girl, you’re a hot mess.” Her cell rang. “About time. That’s Ram calling. I have to go somewhere quiet to hear. I’ll be right back.” She started to walk off, and then she stopped. “And when I come back, I want all the juicy details on the lion. Now, scoot.” She waved good-bye before walking away with her cell pressed to her ear.
I turned and stared at him. His eyebrow lifted, and my own answered.
“Oh, fuck it.”
I strode toward him, and as I stopped in front of him, I tossed my long hair over my shoulder while I licked my bottom lip. Awareness strummed through me. I planted my feet firmly, gathering my strength around me until the menace shrouding him like a veil ceased to intimidate me. I forced my gaze to linger over him, and then my eye caught sight of it—the all-seeing eye tattoo on the side of his neck.
Sweet baby Jesus. I’m in big fucking trouble.
“What do you want?” I asked.
