Page 102 of House of Scarlett
“Oh, you’ll be screaming.”
Triumph lights up her blue eyes. “Just wait, Legend. You’ve never had a snatch as tight and tasty as mine. You’ll never go back to that uppity snob once you’ve had me.”
I drop her hand. “We’ll see about that.”
Sixty-Three
Legend
“I can’t believeshe stopped bidding on it,” Scarlett says, glancing down at the starburst pendant resting between her perfect tits.
Tits that I don’t deserve to be staring at after what I did, even if it was for good reason.
The whole fucking night was a disaster. All I want is to get back to the club, pick up Roux and Bump, get the fuck out of the city, and stay there.
I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do about Lucy Byers, but one thing is for sure—my dick is going nowhere near her.Ever.I need a shower after touching her.
“You’re sure you don’t mind staying at my place tonight?” I ask Scarlett to change the subject.
She shakes her head. “Not at all. I like your place.”
“Good deal. I’ll be quick getting Roux and Bump. Won’t take long at all.”
“I’ll come in with you. Maybe if I post that we’re here, more people from the gala will come out because it’s still early, they’re dressed up, and why go home yet?”
I can think of one bitch who would show up for sure, which makes it a damn good thing we’re not staying. But I don’t tell Scarlett that, and I fucking hate that I’m keeping another secret.
I’ll give it a few days and then tell her what happened. She’ll understand. She has to.
Hal parks in front of the club, and I open the door myself. More cameras flash as Scarlett climbs out with me. It’s not quite the same as the entrance to the gala, but this type of publicity will be damn good for Legend, just like Scarlett said.
I give the doormen a nod before heading up the stairs. Once we’re inside, I catch sight of Q and Zoe by the bar. Scarlett and I head that way.
“Everything good?” I ask them.
“Busy night. We’ve blown through way more liquor than I thought we would. We’re going to have to start ordering more,” Zoe says, beaming.
“Good news. Any trouble?”
Q shakes his head. “Everything’s been pretty damn smooth. Except for one thing.”
“What?”
Q looks at Scarlett. “Your stepsister tried to get in with a fake ID. I escorted her to the curb.”
“Shit,” Scarlett whispers, and it’s barely audible over the bass. “I’m sorry. She mentioned yesterday that she didn’t want to wait to see the place until she was twenty-one. I told her we’d figure something out. I didn’t expect her to take matters into her own hands, but then again, I guess I’m not too surprised. Flynn is—”
“A reckless hellion,” Q says, and there’s something in his tone that I can’t interpret. I make a mental note to worry about it later.
“We gotta get Bump and Roux. They in my office?”
Zoe points that way. “Should be. I haven’t checked on him in a couple hours, but last I saw, Bump was watchingProperty Brotherson HGTV again, and he told me you need to buy him a house.”
“Fucking hell. That kid.” I shake my head. “I’ll nip that in the bud quick.”
“I love that show. He has good taste. I’ll go up with you,” Scarlett says as she threads her fingers through mine. There’s something about holding her hand that always grounds me.
I lead her to a door that’s barely visible from the other side of the room. It opens into one of the hidden corridors that line this building from its days as a Masonic temple.
