Page 33 of Wicked Dares
“You mean you lied?”
Dorian straightens, and the way he asks it makes me feel like I’m sixteen again.
“Yes,” I reply. “But I’ll figure it out.” I have to. Failure isn’t really an option in this family. Mistakes get remembered long after victories stop mattering.
“What are you gonna do?” Locke asks, glaring at me.
“Just give me until the weekend to sort something out.”
Knox straightens. “Perhaps I should have a word with him. I’m not in agreement with him insisting on details about your personal life. That shouldn’t matter.”
“It’s not going to work, Knox. And I don’t want you speaking to him. I can handle this myself. He’s a family man. He likes things a certain way. Just leave it with me.”
I nod. “I won’t let you guys down.”
There’s no way I’m going to let them down.
I just have to think of something that doesn’t blow up in my face.
Knox relaxes slightly, though the tension in his shoulders remains.
“Alright. Let’s get back to the discussion. We were talking about the numbers for each division.”
I nod.
Knox moves the discussion along, and soon, talk of strategy fills the room. Numbers glow across his laptop screen at the end of the table while the skyline burns beyond the glass.
I’m listening and thinking. Then a flash of red catches my attention through the glass wall.
I follow it.
Red hair. Great body. Face of an angel.
It’s her again. My butterfly.
She’s walking past the corridor, files in her hands—a stack of documents. She looks focused. Professional. Like nothing between us ever happened.
Meanwhile, I still remember exactly how her body felt under mine.
She stops by a filing cabinet, searching through the drawers.
My gaze lingers until Locke nudges me under the table.
I snap back and find my brothers all watching me again.
I have no idea what was said.
Or if I was asked a question.
“Levi,” Dorian says in that tone again.
“Sorry. I zoned out.”
“No kidding. All you’ve done since that girl walked into the boardroom yesterday is watch her. With the Lockwood situation, now is not the time to be chasing skirts.”
I dip my head. “Of course. I know.”
Knox goes back to talking about a prospective client, but my gaze drifts back to Piper.
