I shrugged, sipping my tea, letting the heat and honey soothe my throat.
“You’re addicted to those damn veggie burgers,” he said with a smirk, draping his arm along the back of the couch, his fingers stroking over my shoulder. “What’s it gonna take to get you to eat a real burger, sweet girl?”
I shivered as he leaned in closer, but I lifted a brow at him in challenge. Make this interesting, I dared him with my eyes.
“I smell a bet about to go down,” Aubree said, sitting forward excitedly, rubbing her hands together like an evil villain. “Ro, you up for that?”
Not taking my eyes off Sin, I nodded.
“Make him work for it!” Genesis insisted. “It has to be something he can’t win at easily, like bench-pressing all of us at once or some shit. We’ve seen him at the gym enough to know he could pick us all up with one arm if he really wanted to.”
“Something he will hate too,” London chimed in. “Like, he has to give up sex and booze for an entire month, and then she will eat a steak or whatever.”
“I can give up both easily,” Sin told her, his gaze still trapped with mine. “But I’m down for whatever challenge Roanna wants to throw my way.”
I downed the rest of my tea in one gulp without flinching at the heat, then grinned up at him. “You really want to see me eat meat?” He nodded, his head dipping closer. “What will you give me in return?”
“Sweet girl, I’d give you the fucking moon if you said you wanted it,” he said in a lo
w growl near my ear. “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours. You don’t even have to eat the fucking meat.”
Pleasure shot up and down my spine, causing goose bumps to pop up along the way. Biting my lip, I tilted my head back until our eyes met again. “I want you to sing with me.”
Surprise flashed over his face before he masked it. “Say what now?”
I laughed and repeated myself. “I want you to sing with me. Next week, one song. You do it, and I’ll eat one bite of steak or chicken. Your choice.”
His brows pulled together as he contemplated me. “Is that what you really want?”
“Yes. Are you scared? Is the big, bad, chart-topping rock star scared to sing with me?” I teased.
“I can get Jace to sing with you,” he offered. “He’s got a better voice.”
I shook my head. “Nope. No deal. I want you and only you.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “All right, fine.”
“Well, shit,” London grumbled. “I thought you were going to make him do something ridiculous, Ro. Like make him get ten guys’ numbers within a single night.”
I snorted. “Getting anyone’s number would be too easy for him. All he has to do is bat those lashes, and men and women alike trip over themselves to give him whatever he asks for.”
“Yeah, well, I’m still waiting to get what I want the most,” he muttered so low I barely heard him.
I touched his arm. “What is it that you want the most?”
His eyes darkened as he looked down at me, and I didn’t need him to give me a verbal answer. It was all there in his eyes.
Me.
He wanted me the most.
Chapter 11
Roanna
I wasn’t kidding about wanting to sing with Sin. I loved his voice, could pick it out of any of the others when they were singing backup. It reminded me a lot of Andy Biersack, and I knew we would sound amazing together.
He seemed reluctant about it, however, but I wasn’t going to let him back out of our deal. I wanted this more than anything, ever, and he’d already promised he would. No way was I letting him back out.