“What should I call you?” I snapped. “Liar? Backstabber? Two-face?”
“Damn, baby, say it with your chest,” Miles said, smirking. “Why stop there? Add ‘devilishly handsome’ while you’re at it. Talk to me real nice.”
“Stop playing!” I hissed. “I hate when you do this.”
It was just like when we were growing up. He never took anything seriously.Wasn’t that his appeal to you?
“I’m glad I ruined your party.” Miles shrugged. “Didn’t think it’ll happen so quick but…I’m pleased with the results.”
“I have no idea why I’m even bothering talking to you.” I started past him. If he wanted to be an asshole, he could do it by himself. I needed to figure out how to salvage this party.
He suddenly reached out, grabbing my arm and pulling me in until we were touching.
Don’t bend, Serena.
I felt a searing jolt from his touch.
Surrounded by his cologne; it was intense. I tried to draw in a breath but my heart stuttered and tripped.
“I came to tell you something,” he murmured.
“Miles—”
“I want you to knowIdid it.”
Dread, sharp and sobering, sliced through the heat. I met his gaze.
Dangerous.Deadly.Unforgiving.
God, he was beautiful.
“What did you do?” My voice didn’t shake. Barely.
His smirk was deadly. “What I should have done a long time ago. Let’s end this tit-for-tat once and for all.”
His hand, warm and calloused, slid up my arm, over my shoulder, fingers brushing lightly against my bare skin, sending shivers down my spine, then up, until his thumb rested just below my throat.
Immediately, I was transported to us in the back seat of his car, the windows fogged, my fingers leaving streaks on the glass, my legs over his shoulders, his hand in the same position. His lips were close—so fucking close. His warm breath grazed mycheek, sending shivers down my spine, and a knot formed in my stomach. A head-turn and we’re kissing.
“Should you be doing this?” I muttered.
“Probably not.”
His thumb didn’t move. Neither did I.
“You ruined my site, didn’t you?”
Miles raised a brow. “Did you sabotage my worker?”
My spine stiffened. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He folded his arms.
I stared at him, waiting for the smug to melt off his face—but all I saw was confusion. Genuine, annoying confusion.
“You really think I did something to your employee?” I asked.
“You really think I messed with your site?” he shot back.
