Page 66 of Wicked Dares
I’m not about to turn him down. Yesterday, some crazy guy was wolf-whistling at me and making cat noises. I thought he was harmless until he followed me down the stairs making the same noise. He only stopped when he saw the building’s super coming out of his apartment.
“Thanks,” I say.
We get out of the car. One of the guys looks at me, taking note of my dress.
Levi walks up to me and puts his arm around my waist.
The same guy is about to make a comment but stops when Levi flashes him a death glare. The look is enough that the guy instantly backs off.
We walk past the group and into the building, where there are more groups of people.
I haven’t been out this late before, so I didn’t know howbusyit could be.
We take the elevator up to my floor, and Levi walks me to my door. He seems more relaxed now that we’re away from people.
“I don’t like you living here,” he says with a pointed stare, glancing down the corridor.
“I’ll be fine.”
“So you keep telling me, but there’s nothing fine about this place. Those guys downstairs were dealing.”
“But they are downstairs. Not up here.” I sound silly. He’s obviously right, but I don’t want him to catch on that I don’t like living here, either.
“Butterfly, come on now.” He gives me a thin stare.
“Hey, you’re breaking the rules already.”
“How?” He flicks his palms over. “I’m calling it like I see it.”
“But you’re not supposed to care about what I do outside our arrangement.”
He leans closer, menace lighting up his eyes. “We’reoutsideyour apartment, sweetheart. That counts as apublicarea. Meaning I’m still your boyfriend.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Whatever. I’m gonna go inside, then, into my very private area, then you can stop being my boyfriend.”
He chuckles before his smile dims and he stares at me. I find myself wishing I could see inside his head. Then I’d know what he was thinking about me.
It’s a dangerous thought for someone who’s trying to be careful.
“Meet me at the club tomorrow,” he says in a low, almost commanding voice.
“What?”
“Come on, just come to the club and hang out with me.”
“Hang out?”Like last time?
“Hang out.” He says it like it’s really that simple.
God. I need to say no. Except I don’t want to, which is why I should say no.
Listen to me. I sound confused in my own head.
“That’s not part of our agreement. I doubt Arthur or Ellie Mae will be there,” I tease.
“You know they won’t. It’ll just be you and me in a place where you can enjoy a game of dares. That’s it.”
“I’m not so sure I should be hanging out with you like that. And every time I go somewhere with you, something crazy happens to me.” Technically, nothing happened tonight, but for me, that kiss was the crazy part.
