Page 66 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
“It feels so big,” screeches Tatiana.
Gritting my teeth, I clench my fists around the white napkin on my lap. The urge to scream the obscenities running through my head is overwhelming. Before I can come up with a more respectable response, Harlow snarls.
“Okay, we get. It feels so big. It’s so big. Isaac has a ginormous cock, but can you please shut your mouth for the next thirty minutes so I can enjoy my dessert without having to hear your nasally, whiny voice anymore? Thirty minutes of peace! That’s all I ask.”
My eyes snap to Cormack, wanting to gauge his reaction to Harlow’s outburst. He’s staring at Harlow in complete awe and admiration. Harlow gives me her I’ve-got-your-back look. I bestow my silent thanks with a grateful smirk before turning my annoyed gaze back to Tatiana. Her mouth is ajar, and her slitted green eyes are shooting daggers at Harlow.
“You’re just jealous,” Tatiana sneers.
“Oh, honey, please. I have absolutely nothing to be jealous of.”
She doesn’t. Harlow wins hands down in the looks department and don’t even get me started on personality.
A bitter taste scorches my throat when Tatiana informs Isaac he can show herexactlyhow big it is tonight. Shifting my eyes to Isaac, I catch his gaze at me. WhenI grit my teeth and narrow my eyes, he winks.Arrogant asshole.
“Open up,” Ryan croons.
My lips curve into an illustrious grin when Ryan dangles a cherry in front of my mouth. Since I was distracted by Isaac, I didn’t notice the waitress serving Ryan one of the biggest banana splits I’ve ever seen.
Feeling playful and a little tipsy, I accept Ryan’s offer. A long, salivating groan erupts from my throat when a burst of cherry goodness engulfs my taste buds. Ignoring Isaac’s menacing growl vibrating across the table and Harlow’s boisterous giggle, I dig my fingers into the gooey ice cream and fish out a cherry from the sticky goodness for Ryan. My cheeks heat when Ryan’s teeth graze my fingertips before his moist tongue delves out to collect the cherry.
Holy shit!
Ryan winks before leaning in close to my side. He’s so close, we could be perceived as an intimate couple. My eyes snap to his when he questions, “How far do you want to take this?”
My nervous eyes dance between his. “You’re striving to make Isaac jealous, aren’t you?”
My heart stops beating until I realize he isn’t the slightest bit upset I’ve been using him to antagonize Isaac.
Twisting my napkin, I ask, “How did you know?”
“I’m a detective.” His mouth curves into a huge grin. “And I’m not just good at my job, I’m the best they have ever fucking seen.” He stills my nervous fidgeting before continuing, “That and the fact Isaac hasn’t taken his eyes off you all night.”
My eyes shift to Isaac, whose infuriated gaze is flicking between Ryan and me. His freshly shaven jaw is ticking profusely, and his hand resting on the white tablecloth is clenched in a tight fist.
“He will kill you.” My tone is crammed with sarcasm as I turn my eyes back to Ryan.
“Please, you don’t think I can handle Isaac Holt?” He smiles an evil grin. “The bigger question is, can you handle Isaac Holt?”
My pulse quickens as my core tightens. Not just at the idea of making Isaac jealous, but from having Ryan’s incredibly handsome face so close to mine. “I can handle Isaac better than you think.” The alcohol running through my body is making me more brazen than usual.
“All right, if you ar—”
Before all the words spill from Ryan’s lips, I enclose my mouth over his. A fiery warmth ignites in my chest from his skillful kiss. Ryan is a talented kisser, and he knows how to use his skills to his advantage.
Just as a husky moan tears from my throat, an arm curls around my waist. With a growl, I’m yanked away from Ryan. At first, I’m too dazed to configure a response. My mind is a blurred mess of confusion, not just from Ryan’s thrilling kiss, but from a few glasses of wine as well. It’s only when Isaac’s scrumptious scent fills my nostrils does realization dawn.
“Put me down,” I request as my mortified eyes dart around the restaurant to see several patrons watching our exchange.
I’d hoped Isaac would react, but I would never have thought he’d drag me out of an elegant restaurant while hundreds of patrons watch in hilarity.
“Isaac, put me down,” I demand more sternly.
Jerking my arms and legs out, I try to get him to release his grasp around my waist. He doesn’t utter a word, but I can hear his jaw ticking relentlessly. Frigid air causes my arms to bristle with goosebumps when he walks us outside. I stop wailing, expecting him to put me back on my feet now that we’re outside and no longer attracting the attention of other patrons, but he doesn’t put me down. Instead, he shoves me into the backseat of his Mercedes-Benz town car.
“Stay here,” he demands through gritted teeth before slamming the door.
I crawl across the plush leather seat and yank on the door handle. Growling in frustration, I flop into the dark gray seats. The door is locked, and there’s no locking mechanism in sight.
