Page 87 of Bourbon Deceit
Shaking his head, he said, “You’re so fucked up.”
“I’m fucked up?”
“Yeah.”
“How so?” I asked while crossing my arms.
“You’re talking about God ‘designing’ cat cocks,” he said, using air quotes. “That shit is messed up.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I got you to partake in a conversation.”
“Next time maybe try talking about the damn weather.”
“What’s so fun about the weather?”
“It’s not fucking cat cocks,” Kace said while pulling into the alley that led to Diego’s back door.
“God, loosen up.” I gripped his arms and tried to loosen his biceps, but it was no use, it was pure muscle and was only turning me on.
He just looked at me, as if I were crazy.
“I think I might suck on the tits of whoever decides to take you on as their man, because they will be a fucking saint to deal with your moodiness. It’s called a smile, ever try it before?”
“No,” he answered curtly.
“Have you ever wanted to punch someone so hard in the face that your fist blows right through their skull?” I asked while eyeing him up and down.
“No, but I’ve wanted to fuck someone so hard I would get them out of my system.” His heated gaze traveled very slowly from my legs up to my breasts, where they lingered, and then to my face. A fire lit up inside me from his perusal and I could feel my fists starting to clench from the need to punch him. Arrogant ass. “Get out of here,” he said, while turning and facing the steering wheel.
“You’re so infuriating.”
“I’m well aware.” He sighed and said, “And for the love of God, call me next time. None of this walking around by yourself shit. Got it.”
“You don’t tell me,” I said, lifting my chin in the air.
“Goldie . . .” he groaned. “Just fucking listen to us, okay?”
I quirked my lips to the side, my arms crossed over my chest. “I’m going to listen because I want to, not because you told me to.” There, that was me still holding my ground.
* * *
“How many more layers do youhave to go?” Diego asked as he hovered over me. I was in the second room and this one was more exotic. There was a table in the middle of the room, like the one Jett had in the Bourbon Room, though it didn’t look as fancy. The room was covered in gold linens, walls and flooring. It was exquisite, with lush fabrics lining the bench against the wall and gold and crystal fixtures hanging from the ceiling—purely gorgeous.
I was painting a thin damask pattern in a metallic gold that popped off the matte paint of the wall. It was very time consuming and I had to do multiple layers in order for the paint to make its full effect but so far, I was in love with the feel of it.
“Probably one more,” I answered while observing my work. “I love this room, Diego. It’s bright but romantic. I could see myself in here with Jett.”
Nodding, Diego said, “This room is a great reflection of you, I could see you in here as well.”
I gave him the “cut the flirting” look and he just laughed. The man was incorrigible when it came to flirting, it was all he ever did. He should be happy Jett wasn’t around because I think Jett would have cut off Diego’s balls by now. Although, Diego had some kind of street cred that he still hadn’t shared with me, so I wasn’t sure how far Jett, or even Kace, for that matter, would get in an attempt to take down Diego. Diego was fun and easygoing, but there was a dark side to him that you could see in his eyes, they were experienced, aged far beyond his young years.
“When is lunch going to be ready? I’m starving.” It’d been two days since I’d gone over to the Lafayette Club and I’d seen Jett zero times so I wasn’t just starving for food, I was starving for him as well.
I talked to him every night and a couple of times throughout the day, but it wasn’t the same. It seemed so stupid. We were only living a couple of miles apart, but it seemed like we were in different states. I hated every second of it but he just kept reminding me that in the end, everything was going to work out.
“Pizza takes time, Goldie. You can’t rush it.”
“It’s Dominos for fuck’s sake. It should take ten minutes.” I rubbed my stomach and set my paint brush down. I lay down on the floor and looked up at the brocade-covered gold ceiling. It was interesting and different to have a fabric on the ceiling but it worked, it upped the elegance of the room.
