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Oh, shit.
The tallest one in the black suit stares back at me. I still don’t recognize him, but I’m scared. His dark gaze has my heart plummeting to the floor. He resumes talking to the other creeps. I don’t breathe any easier because of that.
Putting my drink on the bar, I turn to Jamey. “Why not stare at them, exactly?”
“Hmm.” The line has cleared up, so he continues to focus on the glass he’s cleaning. Wipes, wipes, and wipes.
A weird feeling as though someone’s watching me takes over. I don’t dare check who’s eyeing me. I might be reckless and curious, but I’m no fool.
“Are they celebrities?” I whisper to Jamey, baiting him for more information.
Crickets.
Why won’t Jamey answer me?
Fuck, now I’m even more curious.
“Just tell me if I’m hot or cold?”
“Miss Carmichael.” A voice behind me thunders over the electric guitar in the background.
A voice I’d recognize anywhere.
My heart thrums in my chest as I spin around. I perch my elbows on the bar, thrusting my breasts forward, pretending not to be bothered. Both Killian and Carter’s eyes slide lower for a brief second.
“Hot or cold, what?” Carter’s tone is tinged with anger, despite his wide smile.
The one he aims at Jamey behind the bar.
“Nothing, really.” Apparently, that was all it took for the bartender to find his voice. “I was being polite, I swear.”
“He’s right.” Images of Jamey bleeding don’t particularly appeal to me. He did nothing wrong. “It’s me. I was being nosy.”
On the other hand, my men’s violence is such a turn-on. I’ll have to get a reaction out of them by myself without risking Jamey’s forehead.
Sluuuurp. I drain the rest of my Shirley Temple obnoxiously.
Their eyes slam on me. I continue sucking on the straw.
Killian’s nostrils flare. His eyes are blazing.
“Nosy about what, Jamey?” Carter doesn’t let up, stepping closer to me.
Poor Jamey. I have to save him.
“About them.” I cock my head to the side. “Were they on Law & Order or something?”
“Miss Carmichael,” Killian hisses. “You seem to be asking a lot of questions tonight.”
“No, no, please.” Jamey jumps to my rescue. “Don’t be mad at her.”
“She’s not in trouble,” Killian calms Jamey.
Carter chimes in, “It’s just that we value our members’ privacy.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell the good-intentioned man that I want Killian and Carter mad. Means they’ll spank my pussy later. Hmm.
Jamey mumbles, “Of course,” behind me.
