Page 86 of Dangerous Attraction

My eyes flick over his shoulder to where Reeve is sitting in the corner booth with Ghost beside him, whispering to each other while hunched over a tablet.

Gaze drifting back to Luxe, I shake my head.

"No, I definitely won't be going back. I won't make the same mistake again, even if I get word that my dad's disappeared again."

He watches me for a moment before nodding.

"Okay, good. I don't want to see you hurt again."

My lips tilt up, and I playfully swat his arm with the cloth.

"Sounds like you care about me, Luxe."

"I do," he replies instantly, with no hesitation. "We all do."

My brows draw down.

"As soon as you started working here, you became one of us," he says. "Everyone here speaks highly of you, Trixie. You helped out by taking a load off of Honey's shoulders. You never once judged us for who we are, or the life we live, and we respect that. You've also made a huge difference when it comes to our grumpy Enforcer over there."

Rolling my lips together, I find my eyes being drawn back to Reeve.

"He hasn't changed that much since I first came here," I mumble.

Luxe laughs, opening his bag of chips.

"You may not have noticed, but we have." He glances at Reeve before turning back to me. "He's a hell of a lot less snappy since you've been here. He's actively spoken to other members multiple times, and he's not as uptight as he used to be."

"He's right," Slate adds, plopping down into the seat beside Luxe. "I've never seen Reeve relax before you started coming around. Although, he's also more tense than ever. It's strange."

"You mean when it comes to Trix?" Luxe asks.

Slate nods.

"Man's like a guard dog, always watching her and assessing everyone around her to see if they're a threat toward her. He'll easily bite their head off too if they scare her or make her uncomfortable."

"Like the other day when Garrett was at the bar," Luxe says, nodding.

"Exactly. Or when Cruz suggested adding Trix into his rotation of women."

"Okay, firstly, ew. Secondly, I'm right here. Stop talking about me as if I'm not," I interrupt, shaking my head. "I also think you're both delusional."

They both chuckle.

"You don't believe us?" Slate asks.

"No. I know he's protective, but that's his job, isn't it?"

"With us, yeah," Luxe says. "With you, I think it's more him staking his claim on you."

Laughing, I shake my head.

"You're so wrong."

"Okay, let's put it to the test," Slate mutters, a crazed look of excitement taking over his face.

"How?"

He winks, hops off his stool, then slowly makes his way around the bar.