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Razai sighed. “You always knew how to guess my kinks, Harlem. Unfortunately for you, I’m into brunettes.”
Thanks to Razai’s short descriptions, I could identify the names and appearances of the men.
One of them, Nosta, I think, said, “Yeah. I can see that.”
The heaviness of their eyes settled on me like lead weights. I held my head up, kept moving my body in sultry dips and twists, arched my back, and ran my hands down the curves of my hips.
No intuition pings yet.
“Why’s there a dancer here?” Redford demanded angrily.
Razai chuckled. “Gentlemen, you chose the venue. This was the only way we could get a room. It’s not a bad way to have a conversation, is it? Or are you too distracted by your dicks to speak?”
“Cut the crap, Razai. Kick her out.”
“Excuse me, darling?” Razai asked, smiling kindly when I paused and faced him. “Are you allowed to leave us here alone?”
I shook my head, trying to feel apologetic. “My manager will notice and probably get nosy about it. She likes to make a scene.”
Razai gestured to me. “You heard the woman. Let’s not make a scene, then. Speak discreetly and we’ll be fine. Like, ah… you’ve heard about the recent troubles at my garden club, correct? The president has had some exceptional problems, too.”
He’s calling Hartfall a garden club? Subtle, Razai. Very subtle.
One of them grunted in affirmation.
“I’ve heard that you’ve been selling seeds to the club,” Razai stated, referencing the possible presence of drugs.
“Did you?” Nosta hedged.
My intuition pinged, and I ran my fingers through my hair to alert my partner.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Razai replied breezily. “I’ve found your little bags on campus. No use denying it. But have you been involved in the recent ravaging of the apprentice gardeners? The news was very interested in these events.”
Godsdamn, this was a terrible metaphor. And he says I’m the amateur…
Nosta, in a high, soft voice, asked, “You brought us here to interrogate? We don’t answer to you. We don’t care what you want to know, and we’re not involved in any of those events anyway.”
My magic surged again, pushing. I smoothed my hair back and swayed to the music. I had a feeling Nosta was the true leader of this pack. He had the answers, the authority, the knowledge.
I glanced at the men and caught Harlem watching me with a dazed sort of greed in his gaze.
“Come here, love, and get on your knees,” Razai ordered softly.
With a nervous swallow, I did as he commanded and sank down before him, unable to ignore how the archangel watched my every move. From above me, he studied my lips. The way my hair tumbled over my shoulders. Where my body curved and dipped.
Hungry. That’s the only way to describe him.
“You’re mine,” he stated. “Understand? Don’t even look at them. Don’t think about touching them or moving for them.” The serious side of him was in full force, the one I couldn’t decipher or make sense of.
My cheeks burned, but I’d committed to this role and wouldn’t back down. I nodded and saw the glint of dark satisfaction in his emerald eyes.
He knew I was squirming, and said, “Tell me what you want.”
You need to tell me who to push, was what he meant. I guess my signals weren’t specific enough.
Speaking to him had to look natural, and soon enough, a plan formed. I slid my hands over his parted knees and into his inner thighs.
One of the men cleared his throat, annoyed.
