Six nodded. “Even he didn’t know who the job was.”
“We still have an assignment,” Nine said after a swig, finishing off the drink. “Thank you for letting us know.”
Six’s brow furrowed. “That’s it?”
Nine looked to One, then back to Six. “It’s the job. It’s what we do. We don’t ask questions.”
Six shook his head. “Five years of doing their dirty work. I will not be taken down by a lesser man.”
Nine’s demeanor seemed to soften. “We have a few weeks left here. Once completed, we’ll contact Jason for a meeting.”
That seemed to satiate Six enough, but I couldn’t help wondering if that meant a few more weeks left in my life.
“Watch your back,” Six said as we turned back to the door.
“Wait,” One called out.
Six turned us as One sauntered over. When she reached us, she put one hand on Six’s chest and pushed her body against his, then pressed her red lips to his. The hand on his chest moved up to his jaw, her fingers resting as their lips parted and tongues swirled together.
For some reason my eye twitched and I felt the need to vomit.
She pulled back, her eyes moving to me as her lips twitched up into a smirk before she looked back to him.
“Stay safe.”
“So, you speak French,” I said once we were out of the gorgeous building and the untouchable beings inside. It was like Mount Olympus in there.
No response, like usual.
“Any others?” Annoyance seeped in. Was it so fucking hard to answer a few simple questions?
“About seven.”
“Wow. Talented tongue.”
He turned and smirked at me. “I thought I proved that the first night.”
Fuck.
Yes, he did.
“You’ve slept with her.” The words were out before I could retract them. His dismissive attitude grated on me.
He turned to me. “You picked that up from a kiss?” He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his lips.
I rolled my eyes. “Sometimes you are just a regular guy.”
“What does that mean?” he asked, his brow scrunching.
“That means, duh, asshole. Pretty obvious when she gave your junk a little squeeze at the end there.”
The valets opened the car doors and we both slipped in, Six tipping the driver as we did.
My arms crossed over my chest, and I stared out the front window. The vision of her pressing her overly painted lips to his made my stomach turn. There was something about her that rubbed me wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I did know one thing—the bitch baited me.
“Why does it seem like it bothers you that I’ve had sex with her?”
I turned to him and blinked. At least he wasn’t trying to deny it. Why did it? Was it because he’d fucked another woman and not killed her? Or was it because she threw it in my face while she tongue banged him in front of me?
“It doesn’t.”
“Good, then you can stop acting like a pissy brat.”
My jaw dropped and my arms relaxed. Fine. “What now, Master?”
He glared at me and put his foot to the gas. “Now I’m going to bend you over, lift your dress just over your ass, and fuck your pussy. The question is…in public or over the desk in our room?”
He’d just kissed a woman in front of me and was talking about not only kissing me with that red shade still slightly visible, but fucking me too.
“Did she turn you on that much?”
“Lacey,” he growled in warning. “I’m going to shove my dick in you because you fucking made it hard the second you put on that dress. Knowing you’re bare underneath…” He reached down and palmed the bulge in his pants. “I almost bent you over in that room and fucked you right in front of them.”
In front of them? In front of her?
One fucking point to Paisley, zero for blonde bitch.
“Public.” The whispered word shot out of my mouth before I could stop it. Pussy clenching at just the idea. That would show blondie.
“That’s what I thought you’d say.”
His hand moved to my leg, slipping between my thighs and up under my short dress. I sucked in a breath when his fingertips grazed my clit and sunk further down. There was no stopping my hips from rising, drawing his fingers in and deeper. Positioning him right where I wanted him.
“What the fuck is so addictive about this pussy that it drives me crazy?” he asked as his fingers slipped inside, the palm of his hand pressing against my clit.
“The obnoxious mouth that comes with it?”
He let out a low chuckle, his hand curling and drawing my hips off the seat.
Sadly, it was then we pulled back up to the hotel and he removed his hand, making me whimper.
If I didn’t watch it, I was bound to become addicted to him. Which, considering he was going to kill me, was a very bad idea.