Page 46 of Dangerous Attraction

Shaking my head, I walk away from the bar and head upstairs, annoyed by the stupid remarks made.

He was the one who vouched for me to get this job, and although I'd agree with it being somewhat pointless, Honey used to be here every day before I did, doing exactly what I do, so it's not like they made up a role for me just because I needed it.

God knows what's crawled up his ass today.

Callux passes by me on the stairs, and I don't have it in me to muster up a smile when he nods.

I pause at the top of the stairs when I spot Mouse sitting on the love seat he seems to always be occupying.

He glances at me, tips his head in acknowledgement before his eyes dart back to the TV.

Patting my hands against my thighs, I twist my lips, throwing a look over my shoulder at the stairs, wondering if it's best for me to just go back down there, but knowing Milo and Reeve are both likely still sitting at the bar. I huff and make my way to the sofa.

I'd like to avoid the pair of them until the end of the night if I can.

Curling my legs up beside me, I lean on the arm of the sofa and let my eyes stray to the screen currently playing my favorite show.

We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the only sounds coming from the TV and the guys downstairs.

One of the characters in the show says a funny line, and my lips quirk.

"He's your favorite," Mouse says.

I turn to him with raised brows. "Huh?"

He gestures toward the screen. "The broody one who rarely smiles and seems like an ass sometimes, but is actually nice, and cares about everyone else more than himself."

My smile breaks free, not only because he's got it spot on, but because that's the most I've ever heard him speak.

"Yeah, you're right," I tell him. "When I first watched the show, I was unsure of him, but after season one, I really liked him. He's misunderstood, and I feel like he's relatable."

He frowns, eyes studying my face.

"Relatable because he silently battled his demons in his mind but seemed like he was fine on the outside? And because he always felt alone, even though he was surrounded by people?"

My heart stutters in my chest, and my gaze darts away.

"Sorry," he adds quickly. "I didn't mean—"

"No, it's okay," I say, shaking my head and turning back toward him. "It's just… that was, unexpected. I shouldn't be surprised, though, I can tell you're good at reading people."

He shrugs.

"Easy to do when you're always silently watching."

He shifts, relaxing back into the chair, his eyes moving back to the TV. I watch him for a few moments, my chest tightening when I spy another faint scar peeking out from beneath the hair on the side of his head.

There's no doubt he has an interesting story, and as much as I want to hear it, I have a feeling it'd gut me.

"What's your real name?" I ask, purposefully keeping my tone soft and gentle.

I've realized the members all have strange names. When I asked Luxe about it, he said when they're initiated, they get given a name that resembles them, and until they progress to one of the higher positions in the club, that's the name they're known as.

He'd told me Munch got his name because he constantly eats. Ever since he gave up smoking, he's had to keep his hands and mouth busy with something else.

Dodger got his name by being good at dodging hits whenever he finds himself in a fight.

Luxe didn't mention the reasoning behind anyone else's names though.