“A little? Hmm, after watching a few of them, I was inclined to repent, call my pastor, and confess my sins.” She fanned herself, making me wonder what videos of him she was referring to.
“Now my interest is piqued. Did you confess your attempts to seduce me with your lovely titties, too?” Nik leaned closer to her.
“No, I’ve been a bit busy, but I’ll schedule that ASAP. Thanks for the reminder,” she mumbled, looking embarrassed but not enough to remain quiet. “Nikolai, did you know that your left hip bone is slightly more prominent than the right one?”
I raised an eyebrow. Damn, she was looking closely at him. I wanted to chuckle at the scowl that crossed Alek’s face.
Nik looked down at his lap and then back up. “Is that so? Did you figure that out through my socials or when your pretty little ass was riding me?”
“Not when I was riding you. I was a bit preoccupied at that time. So socials, for sure,” she breathed, heat flaming her face. “I swear, at first, I thought it might be the angle, but I’m 100 percent sure. Then you have the smallest freckle right above…above your, um, well, you know…trust me, it’s there.” She tucked her hair behind her ear.
Unable to hold back any longer, deep laughs erupted from all of us. She should have known better than to open this line of conversation.
“Anytime you want to see it in person, let me know. I’ll strip for you,” Nik challenged.
“Really? You would strip right here if I asked?” As the words slipped out of her mouth, he stood and reached for his buckle. “I was joking, sheesh, you’re crazy,” she said, swallowing hard.
“You should be careful what you ask for,” I remarked.
Nik’s face lit up as he settled back into his seat. His eyes sparkled with a playful glimmer as he picked up his fork and ate. He was having fun with this.
“Then Alek’s social media accounts speak for themselves,” she offered.
“Not content violation-worthy, though, right?” Nik asked.
“No, but at least he leaves a little to the imagination. It isn’t all out there.”
“Yes, he’s the boring twin,” Nik teased.
“Fuck you, asshole. It’s called responsibility. Clearly, you need more to do, according to the amount of shit you post.”
“I think someone is jealous because your little kitten here wants to check me out.” Nik winked at Kinsley as Alek rolled his eyes.
“I’m curious, though. I bet you get a lot of DMs, huh?” The question slipped from her lips, revealing her curiosity.
“So, so many. There aren’t enough hours in the day,” he said, sounding exhausted.
“Yes, well, maybe you should monetize it, free up some of those hours. Of course, you’d probably need a personal assistant to organize all your play dates,” she said sweetly.
“That idea’s got merit. Are you looking for a job, by chance? Jenna won’t mind,” he teased, before leaning over and kissing her. The minute his full lips teased hers, she melted. But she sharply pulled away when she realized Alek and I were watching intently.
“Wow, I don’t know what to say. That’s the second job offer I’ve received tonight. Hmm, now to decide. Do I want to be the Reaper’s whore ormanage the whorebetter known as the Crow? I wonder if the Blade has a job for me too?” she sassed.
Her gaze lifted to meet mine, and a fleeting connection passed between us. “I’m sure I could think of a thing or two, little love.” A series of complex emotions played across her features as she tried to process and see if I meant anything serious with my words.
“Brothers, if you ask me, I’d say our little house guest is stalling,” Alek stated, drawing her attention.
“No, not at all. Now, Ivan, I’d love to work on yours. You always look so fierce, like you want to kill someone. You had that same look earlier. Honestly, though, with your eyes, hands down to die for.”
Alek was right, she was stalling.
“Answer my original question and I’ll consider your help,” I implored. “I’ll repeat it, if you think it’s necessary.” My tone was casual despite the weight of my curiosity.
“I don’t need you to repeat it. I have social media accounts.” Her gaze darted away from mine. Nervously, she shoved her peas under the mashed potatoes on her plate.
“It’s a major time suck, honestly. Who has time for that when there are books to read, baking to do, and the great outdoors?”
Each excuse she offered wasn’t very convincing and seemed like a smokescreen. Something deeper was going on here. Time to push a little.
