Page 54 of Beautiful Sinners

As soon as she spins around, phone to ear, and paces to the windows, Hendrix runs his hand across my stomach and yanks me backward.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

I gasp when he takes my earlobe between his teeth and moan when he does something wicked with his tongue that has my eyes rolling back.

“Hearing you talk shit like a badass makes me crazy.”

A throat clears, and I blush scarlet at Andie’s knowing grin.

“After the park, Declan is going to take Sarah to dinner and keep her with him and Pearson until morning. It’s been for-fucking-ever since I had a girls’ night out.”

The only thing close to girls’ night out I had were the stargazing picnics Alana and I would take whenever the mood struck, and the night sky was clear and cloudless.

“And you’re coming with me.” Andie walks over, hooks her arm through mine, and drags me away from Hendrix.

“Wait—” I try to protest, but she’s already whisking me away and unceremoniously shoving me into the elevator.

A furious Hendrix charges after us. “What the fuck am I supposed to do? I can’t leave this bloody floor without—”

The elevator doors close.

“Take me back,” I demand and go for the biometrics thingy so I can make the elevator return to my floor. I stop short when I see Andie’s pale face and thinned lips.

She waves a dismissive hand at me. “Just hate closed spaces. I’ll be fine.”

I mash my finger to the pad and hit various buttons. “I can’t leave the guys.”

And I’m freaking starving. I wanted those pancakes.

“On the contrary,” she says when the loudbingindicates we’re at our destination and I’m being herded once again.

“I need to talk to Alana.”

“You can do that, too, since she’s coming with us.”

“Coming with you?” Alana asks from the couch where she’s reading a paperback. Like she’s on fucking vacation.

I stutter to a halt and become a deer in headlights. I wasn’t prepared to see her yet, and I wanted Tristan with me when I did.

“Uh, hey.”

Her smile is soft and very, very guarded. “Hey, sweetheart.”

Andie slinks away, trying to be inconspicuous and failing miserably. I could kick her right now for putting me in this awkward confrontation that I was in no way ready for.

Alana sits up and genteelly crosses her legs. I’m used to seeing her in regular clothes. Jeans and a tee. Her makeup, styled hair, and the dressier trousers and crop blouse she’s currently wearing are a stark reminder of the posh, wealthy lifestyle she used to enjoy as the daughter of Francesco and Helena Amato.

She sets aside the book and clasps her hands tightly in her lap. “Tristan not with you?”

“I honestly have no idea where he is. Keane snapped his fingers and demanded he and Constantine go with him. Then Andie kidnapped me.”

Hendrix is probably losing his mind. He’s also trapped and can’t go anywhere.

“I did not kidnap you!” Andie yells from one of the back rooms.

“She really did.”

Wiping her hands down her slacks, Alana stands and licks her nude-glossed lips. “I know you must be so confused.”

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