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A smiling waitress appeared almost instantly.Thoughnotthe waitress who usually worked this corner of the VIP area.“Can I get you any drinks?”asked Draya.
Luka waved off the offer of a drink while the brothers politely declined too.
Still the banshee lingered.“I take it you dealt with the hellbull?”she prompted softly, moving closer.
Luka inwardly sighed.A relatively new employee, the curvy blonde caught male attention easily.And yes, she’d initially snagged his.She’d also flashed him plenty of invitational smiles, making her interest in him clear.
Luka had gone no further than mild flirtation due to having only recently ended a brief fling.He had planned on making a move eventually, but then he’d laid eyes on Naomi, and his interest had shifted.Though Draya had sensed that shift, she persisted in flirting with him.
“I did.”His response was curt.Invited no further conversation.Most people scurried away when he spoke in that tone.To her credit, she didn’t let it chase her off, though a hint of nerves showed in her body language.
“And I’m confident that you made it hurt.Are you sure you don’t want a drink?”she offered, a suggestive note to her voice that said it wasn’t all she was offering.
“I’m good.”
She licked her lips, seeming uncertain.“Call me bold, but you don’t look it.Is there nothing at all I can get you?”
The head waitress materialized, her brow creased.“Draya, I don’t know why you’re over here—go serve the customers inyoursection.This one is mine, as you well know.”
Irritation flared in Draya’s gaze, but she quashed it fast.“Apologies, Bianca, I was—”
“Don’t care,” said Bianca, as no-nonsense as always—a trait her mate Valen adored.“Go.”She waited until the other waitress was out of hearing range before turning to Luka.“She wants in your pants, in case you didn’t know.”
“I do know.”
Bianca sniffed.“Anyone here want drinks?”
They all answered in the negative.
“Holler if you change your mind.”With that, she walked off.
Nikandr spared Draya a subtle glance and then looked at Luka.“I thought you were planning to hit that at some point.”
Luka draped an arm over the back of the sofa.“I’d considered it, but then I changed my mind.”
“I’m guessing it was a certain siren who brought about that change,” hedged Mikhail, his eyes smiling.“I get it.She’s stunning, not to mention your type.Have you done anything about it yet?”
“I made my intentions clear to her last night.I only left as soon as I did because her psi-mate showed up.”
“So she’s on board?”Nikandr checked.
“I got the sense that she is, though she didn’t verbally confirm it.I’ll find out for sure later tonight when I go back to her place.”Luka scraped his teeth over his lower lip.“I had intended to hold out a little longer, but then Iain brought her fully onto my radar by fucking up so spectacularly.”If he was honest, he didn’t like knowing that the psi-demon had touched her.His entities loathed it.
“On that note ...by all reports, Iain is staying away from her as ordered.But I’m keeping a tail on him until I’m confident that his obsession has worn off.”
“It shouldn’t take too long,” said Nikandr.“Right?”
“Another ten days or so.Two weeks at most,” Luka estimated.“If he’d met and bonded with his anchor, it might have helped him recover quicker.”
“Speaking of anchors, I doubt Naomi’s psi-mate will be good with you edging your way into her life,” said Mikhail.“He didn’t seem happy that you were at her house.She might turn you down so as not to be at odds with him.”
“She might,” Luka allowed.“Especially when it can’t be denied that he has reason to dislike my being around her.I didn’t exactly support Ella’s involvement with Viper, so I’d be a hypocrite to condemn Tobe for voicing his objections out of protectiveness.As for whether she’ll turn me away to placate him ...I suppose I’ll find out soon enough.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Naomi had just finished washing the last dish in her sink when a knock came at the front door.Her belly did a little flip.Because it could only be Luka, couldn’t it?He’d warned her that he’d be back, and he didn’t strike her as someone who’d procrastinate.
She set the dish on the drainer and then wiped her hands on a small kitchen towel.It might not be him, she told herself as she walked through the house.You live among most of your lair—any one of them could have decided to pay you a visit.
