My body flushes with heat, and it has nothing to do with the warm water I’m lying in. I could feel his hardness pressing against my abdomen. A tremble ripples through me, and I clench my thighs together, rubbing them slightly for friction.
God, I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and it scares me to death.
I let out a miserable sigh when my phone begins to ring, popping the lust-filled bubble I’m in.
“So much for getting my feelings under control,” I mutter to myself as I climb out of the water. I wrap a towel around my body and walk to where my phone is lying on the bedside table. Seeing Cillian’s name flashing on the screen draws another sight from me.
I answer the call, grumbling, “I was in the bath.”
Cillian ignores my comment and asks, “How was training?”
“I got myself and my assassin killed in a game of laser tag. Today sucks. I just want to eat and sleep.”
“Why did you get yourself killed?”
Because I was turned on by Damien Vetrov, and I wanted him to take me right there against the wall.
“A fight broke out, and it distracted me,” I lie, but then I add, “I did shoot Carson, though.”
“Good.”
“I’m heading down for dinner, and then I’m calling it a night.”
“Get some rest, poppet. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Cillian says before ending the call.
I drop the phone back on the bedside table then walk to my closet. Not caring about my appearance, I get dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. I slip on my sneakers and pull a brush through my hair before I leave my room.
When I enter the dining room, Adrian rises to his feet from where he was seated at a table and begins to clap his hands. He’s covered in bruises, and when he grins, it draws my attention to his busted lip.
“Winter Hemsley, the one who shot Carson Koslov. Badass,” he calls out for all to hear, and it makes everyone turn their focus on me.
My face instantly flushes with heat from all the unwanted attention, and it has me snapping, “Stop. It’s not like we won. You still got yourself shot.”
“Have dinner with me,” he says as he takes a seat again.
When I hesitate, he tilts his head and grins. “Come on. It’s the least you can do after I got into a fight with Hugo to protect you.”
I let out a disgruntled noise through my nose, but I sit down anyway. At least Adrian is safe, seeing as I’m not attracted to him.
“This doesn’t mean we’re friends,” I mutter so he won’t get any ideas. After all, he is an assassin in training.
Adrian’s black eyes sparkle with mischief as he stares at me, then he murmurs, “Why be friends if there are so many other things we can be.”
“Don’t make me lose my appetite,” I say as I signal a waiter closer. “I was hoping to enjoy my meal.”
While I place my order, opting for a steak and baked potato with a side of vegetables, I can feel everyone’s eyes still on me. I shift in my chair, and when I glance to my right, my gaze collides with Damien’s. His eyes are narrowed on me, a slight frown marring his forehead.
Just having his gaze on me is enough to make my heartbeat speed up, and I quickly turn my attention back to Adrian, not wanting Damien to see how he affects me.
“I must say, you’re a nice change in the boring routine,” Adrian murmurs, dropping his voice low. When I just stare at him, he continues, “It’s been a long two years. Hopefully, I’ll be done with this place soon.”
“Who will you bid on?” I ask, even though I know he won’t tell me. It would be stupid of him.
He shakes his head and then surprises me by saying, “No one. I prefer to work alone. I’m sticking around for my own contract and to see who’s pairing up.”
I nod, and the conversation stops as a waiter brings my cranberry juice. I take a sip and set the glass down to the side, so I don’t accidentally knock it over.
Feeling eyes on me again, I glance at Damien, and instantly his intense gaze clashes with mine. It sends a lightning streak through my body.
“What’s the deal with you and Vetrov?” Adrian asks, drawing my attention back to him.
I shrug and lean back in my chair, trying to look relaxed. “Nothing. He finds me annoying, and I think he’s arrogant.”
Adrian lets out a chuckle as if he doesn’t believe me. “Damien doesn’t waste his time with anyone unless there’s something to gain. I saw the two of you snuggling up while I was kicking Hugo’s ass.”
My eyes narrow on Adrian as I reach for my glass, taking a slow sip of my juice. Once I set it down again, I mutter, “He was disarming me. That’s all it was.”