Page 31 of Intrigued
I yanked my rolled-up shirt at both ends. “You don’t want to play?”
He snorted dismissively and started walking toward the doorway.
“Or do you have something else to get off your chest?”
Spencer faced me. Goodness, he was almost as handsome as Jasper. “Like what?”
I sat on the foot of the bed and crossed my legs. “There once was a boy who liked to take his anger out on everyone in the world, including himself and not the person that made him that way.”
He folded his arms. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
The fact that he didn’t walk out of the room said he was intrigued. He was no longer nursing a hard-on either. That was good.
“As I said, I know what kind of guys like it rough, and usually, that’s because they’ve been disempowered somehow.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but I raised a hand.
“Wait. Hear me out.” I waited a few beats, giving him a chance to tell me to go to hell if that was what he wanted.
“I’m listening,” he said.
I wanted to smile, but I didn’t. Then we were interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open, and I sprang to my feet.
“Spencer, what are you doing in here?” Jasper roared.
Spencer jumped and turned to see Jasper filling the frame of the door. The way Jasper glowered at me had worked better before our last sex session.
“Let’s go, Spence,” he said.
Spencer kept his eyes cast down as he walked out of the room. Now it was just Jasper and me engaged in a stare-off. His eyes veered down to my bra then the shirt in my hands before landing on my face. His expression was unreadable. Heat covered my face. I’d never felt so embarrassed. He closed the door, leaving me standing there.
I sighed with relief as my butt fell on the foot of the bed. Maybe I had gone too far. What if Spencer had called my bluff? I wouldn’t have slept with him, but if he was as rough as Gina had described, then I probably wouldn’t have been able to get him to stop. Perhaps Jasper had saved my day.
The party started in three hours. I didn’t know if I wanted to stick around for the full five days I’d promised Bryn, especially when I kept having awkward moments with two of her brothers.
First, I needed to follow up on that Chattanooga tip. Since I was stuck in Newport, Rhode Island, I needed to contact someone who would be motivated enough to take a plane, train, or automobile to Chattanooga stat.
I listened to the line ring twice before a woman’s voice answered. “Hello?”
Two days before Christmas, I’d totally expected the call to go to voice mail.
“Kylie, it’s me, Holly Henderson.”
She sneezed. “I know. I saw your name before I answered. What’s going on?” She sounded stuffy but eager to hear what I had to say.
“The Christmases.” I took care to keep my voice low.
“Oh, the evil Vlads. What about them?”
“I’m actually spending Christmas with them.”
“Get out of here,” she said. I couldn’t see her, but I knew she had piped up quite a bit after hearing that.
“Yeah. Bryn hired me to do some deep investigation of her family. She’s actually writing their memoirs.”
Kylie scoffed. “I doubt it’ll tell the whole truth.”
“You never know,” I said.
