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"How did you know I'd be here?" I asked him, cocking my head to the side.
His mouth twisted ruefully, and when he did that he reminded me so much of Dante that I wanted to smash something over his head. And cry. And run away. And kiss him.
"Facebook. You and your friends love to share your locations, and, you know, I live here."
I scrunched my nose up. "Facebook stalking me, are you?"
He was unapologetic. "Yes. It's a helpful tool. Actually, I was going to fly down to see you soon, but this worked out much better. Well, it did if you're up for a serious talk that I'd like you to remember in the morning."
"I'm not up for a serious anything," I told him and, because drunk, I pressed my mouth to his.
He made a little noise in this throat, a hungry one, and I licked his lips, brushing my breasts against him.
He set me away, but he was breathing hard.
"You taste good," I told him.
He smiled but not like he was happy. "Do I taste like revenge?"
"Exactly like that. Yum."
"Trust me, you beautiful, edible, dangerous creature, I would love to take you up on that, but it's a line we can't cross."
"There's no line I won't cross," I said, meaning it. I was feeling self-destructive to a dangerous, limitless degree. "God, do you know what he did to me the last time I saw him?"
"I heard a bit about it," Bastian said solemnly.
That surprised me. "What did you hear? And from whom?"
He sighed. "From Dante. I'm sure you won't be surprised to hear that he's in rough shape."
That bit of unfair bullshit only made me more determined. I moved closer and he let me. I rubbed up against him, my lips in kissing distance of his again, teasing him. "Let's make it rougher for him, huh?"
"Jesus," he said, and it reminded me so much of Dante that I wrenched away.
I leaned against the bar, flagging down the busy bartender.
He didn't make me wait, in fact stopped what he was doing and came to do my bidding with a smile.
I'd been flirting with him all night, but he wasn't my type. He was tall but his shoulders weren't broad enough. Still, the right smile got me some amazing service.
"Hey, Scarlett," he said, his tone when he said my name making it sound like we were old friends or new lovers. "Another Black Label for you?"
"You're the best, Benny," I told him, leaning forward, shamelessly teasing him. "Can you make it two?"
He nodded, eyes on my cleavage. "Anything you want, gorgeous."
"Wow," Bastian whistled when Benny moved away to get our drinks. "If I was Dante, I would lock you up."
"Well, that's not what he did," I said, and it was an effort to keep my voice steady. "He threw me away. Again."
"Oh, Scarlett," Bastian sighed. "I have a few things to ask you, and so much to tell you. I'm not sure just how drunk you are, but I'm pretty positive that what I have to say will sober you up."
That was an understatement. What he had to tell me didn't just sober me up.
It changed everything.
CHAPTER NINE
