Page 20 of Bourbon Kingdom
With his foot, he closed the door to the room and turned on a small desk light before turning toward me and leaning on the desk.
I looked around, and then eyed him suspiciously. “So, what now? You gut me and sell my organs on the black market? Well, too bad for you, I’m missing my appendix, so good luck selling everything as a whole package. Suck it.” I crossed my arms over my chest as he studied me with crystal blue eyes. So what? The man was hot. Wouldn’t be the first time I’d come across a hot, domineering man.
“You’re a piece of work, you know that?”
“I do, actually,” I replied smartly.
Nodding, he smirked again and said, “So you don’t like my dearest friend Rex?”
Sweat instantly pricked at my temples as I tried to figure out what to say. The man seemed too relaxed to be having this conversation with me. I felt like, if he was truly mad, he would have grabbed me by the hair and dragged me across the floor until we reached Rex, where he would toss me at Rex’s feet and yell “traitor” at the top of his lungs while shaming me for everyone to see.
Maybe that was a little farfetched, but he seemed too calm and collected right now.
“He’s cool,” I shrugged. It was the best I had. I mean, the man was fucking another girl in the other room. Oh, wait, pardon me, he was letting her “pleasure him,” completely different, apparently.
Laughing, Blane shook his head and said, “You’re so full of crap, but that’s okay. I’m not a fan either.”
“Wait, what?” I asked, a little shocked to see how easily Blane spoke of his distaste for Rex.
“What? Do you think hating Rex only belongs to you? Well, you’re wrong, the guy is a prick.”
I eyed him, looking for a tell that he was lying. “Is this one of those moments where you trick me into telling you how much I don’t like him only for you to record and divulge my secrets to the man in question later?”
“No,” he laughed.“You already let me know about your feelings for the man without me tricking you.”
“So, youaretrying to trick me, then,” I poked his chest, only to find that I’d probably sprained my finger from how strong his muscles were. I should have known better. Men in New Orleans, in the circle of Jett and Rex, equaled, hot, dominant, muscular, and downright irritating.
“No, I’m actually not. I’m trying to find someone to finally be on my side,” he said, more seriously.
Oooh, he wanted to be in cahoots. Things just got interesting!
I leaned forward and said, “You really hate him?”
“Do I hate a man who is blackmailing me to be in his club, forcing me to do things to girls that I, by no means, want to do? Yeah, you could say that.”
“He’s blackmailing you?”
“We’re not getting into that now,” Blane said with authority, snapping me into my place.
God, I hated myself, I reacted so well to a dominant man; it was annoying.
“Fine, what do you want then?”
“The same thing you want.”
“And what do you think that is?” I asked with my hands on my hips.
“Freedom, you want to bring them down and live your life, just like me.”
Well, slap me on the hammy hams, he nailed it.
“I’m going to try to forget why you know that about me.”
“I don’t know you at all,” he cut me off. “But I see the same look in your eyes that’s in mine. You’re repressed, you can’t live the life you want because he’s casting a black cloud over you, holding you back. Am I right?”
“Yes,” I nodded, a little sadly. What I would give to be wrapped up in Jett’s arms right now. It was the one and only thing I wanted, but stupid Rex and Leo were ass cocks and couldn’t let the poor guy live his damn life.
“Good. I’ve been waiting for someone like you to come around. I have some ideas, but we have to act quickly.”
