In an attempt to abandon the table without physically fleeing, I fish my phone out of my purse to play around on it. My hands tremble slightly from the emotions coursing through me, so I prop it up on the table to steady it.
Rafe leans in. “Are you telling on me to Mia?”
“Nope. I’m asking her if she wants to make out with me in private, somewhere you’ll never be able to see it,” I answer.
“Oh, come on.”
“It’s going to be so hot,” I tell him. “I may not be able to control myself. I’ll be kissing and stroking every inch of her bare skin. She’ll palm my breast while we kiss; I’ll squeeze her ass. I bet I’ll be so turned on, I’ll have to fuck her myself.”
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I smile wide and look at him. “But never for you. We’ll let Mateo watch if she wants him to, but not you.”
“What made you this evil?” he demands.
Lydia is slack-jawed and completely scandalized. Well, she’s probably never going to like me. Oh well. Fuck her. Fuck all of them.
I flick a glance across the table and catch Sin smirking for a split second before he sees me looking and clears his expression. Was he smirking because I’m being mean to Rafe, or at the mental image of me making out with another girl? Men are so weird. Why is that even hot?
“When I do leave you to go back to Chicago,” I tell Rafe, smiling sweetly, “have fun lying awake at night wondering what Mia and I are up to. When Mateo is busy, I bet she’ll come to my bedroom and play with me. Tell Mateo to keep you updated so you know what you’re missing out on.”
“I’ve never met such a cruel woman,” he states, lifting my hand to his lips so he can kiss it.
Since I know this is an unattainable fantasy of his now, I lean in to murmur in his ear, “Imagine how much sweeter that knuckle would taste if I had it deep in Mia’s pussy first.”
“Sweet lord,” he mutters, fisting a hand in my hair and pulling me closer. “Will you marry me?”
“No,” I tell him.
“Now I really am bleeding out.”
“Good,” I say, pulling away from him and going back to my phone.
“Would you even hold pressure on my wound?” he half-jokes.
“Only if you haven’t willed everything to me yet.”
A little laugh slips out of him. “Jesus, you are ruthless. Maybe I will let you run Vegas.”
I nod my head. “You should. I’d do a good job.”
Rafe shakes his head, smoothing down my hair where he just mussed it and kissing the crown of my head. “I can’t wait to train you, kitten.”
“Just remember what I do to ducks that piss me off,” I advise him, not taking my eyes off the screen. “Dicks that piss me off might get the same treatment.”
My threat only serves to amuse him. “Severed and served up with roasted veggies, huh?”
“And then a celebratory all-female orgy after the fact. If you don’t have a dick anymore, I’ll let you watch. That sounds a lot meaner.”
“I wonder if I would get a phantom erection?” he ponders.
I can’t resist offering knowledge, even though I’m mad at him. “Technically, men who have had their penises amputated do tend to report phantom limb syndrome. Sometimes they feel so strongly that they still have a penis, they have to open their pants and check. I also read somewhere once that a man who had lost that particular appendage could still feel arousal, and if he rubbed the stump…” I pause, catching Gio and Lydia’s twin masks of horror. Clearing my throat, I tell Rafe, “Enough with the pillow talk. I wish that skanky waitress would hurry up; I’m parched.”
Gio and Lydia are still gaping at me when Rafe turns his attention back to them. Gio looks at him, as if for an explanation for me. Rafe merely shrugs. “She reads a lot.”
I wouldn’t say the night is going down in the record books as my favorite night out, but we’re all surviving. Rafe has a couple of drinks, he and Gio chat, and Sin just sits there looming over me. The biggest nerd award goes to me, because I keep pace with Sin, that way when he orders another water, he sees mine is empty and orders me one, too.