Page 113 of Bourbon Deceit
She licked her lips and gave him the same perusal he’d given her, but spent more time looking at his crotch, as if she had X-ray vision. The heat in the room turned up dramatically as they both scanned each other, not saying anything. Holy hell, I was turned on just watching them.
I cleared my throat and said, “Uh, hello. You can eye-fuck each other later. Why are you both here?”
“Kace,” he said while holding out his hand.
“Lyla,” she said back.
“Oh, so you just give her your name as if it’s nothing but I had to agree to be a part of your little gentleman’s club world before you told me your name?”
He didn’t look at me when he answered, “It’s not my club.”
My hands went to my hips and I felt like stomping my feet to get their attention. I poked Lyla in the side and said, “Why the hell are you here?”
She slowly turned away from Kace and held out a magazine. “Just delivering the news.”
Kace’s head snapped as he reached for the magazine but I was quicker than him, for once, since I beat the infuriating man.
“Give me that,” he said sternly.
“What are you going to do about it?” I asked as I jumped up on my bed.
He walked over to me, grabbed both of my legs, and pulled them out from under me, making my ass fall to the mattress and my arms flail about. He grabbed the magazine from my hands, rolled it up, and stuffed it in the back of his jeans.
“Hey, that’s mine!” I said while trying to gain my balance in the wake of tornado Kace.
“Call Jett,” Kace said, then eyed Lyla up and down and said, “Let her call Jett.”
“Give me your number and I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
“Say nothing and I’ll think about giving it to you.”
“Good enough for me,” Lyla responded as she followed Kace.
“Traitor!” I shouted right before they shut my door.
I turned on my phone but kept it plugged in. Sure enough, there were five missed calls from Jett.
I dialed his number and he picked up on the first ring.
“Goldie, why was your phone off?”
“It died, I forgot to plug it in. What’s going on, Jett?”
He paused on the phone, making my stomach do a flip. What was so damn bad that he had to take a second to respond?
“There were some pictures taken of me yesterday, and they were published, but I have to tell you, nothing happened.”
“What kind of pictures?”
“Pictures with Keylee Zinc.”
“The kiwi?!” I shouted into the phone. “What were you doing?”
“I was helping her pick out a dress for tonight. I didn’t want to go but I had to, to keep up an image. Please believe me . . .”
“What were you doing, Jett? What’s in the pictures?”
He took a deep breath and said, “It looks so fucking bad, but she asked me to help her get out of a dress she was caught in and before I knew it, she was topless.”
