Page 187 of Handsome Devil
Flirting?
Why not. It was getting downright fun to flirt with my husband.
Almost more fun than fighting with him.
Both now turned into sex. But flirting was more friendly foreplay, and it was flirting with my boundaries, too. With my very complicated feelings for Dane. The ones that were brewing into something very intoxicating—and hopefully not lethal—under the surface.
Maybe I liked it when he flirted back and teased the feelings out of me.
I was beginning to wonder, if I’d hated the man so passionately, how deeply I might be able to feel other things for him.
Scary.
But also… tantalizing.
Who didn’t want to fall passionately in love?
As long as the other person fell in love back…
Maybe I was just straight-up leaving hints. Breadcrumbs. Daring him to pick them up and see where they led.
When I was finished up for the day, I rode the elevator down to the lobby. There was a woman seated on one of the couches in the sitting area; I only noticed her because she hopped to her feet as I walked by.
“Devi, right?”
I looked at her, slowing down. “Yes?”
“You’re married to Dane.” It wasn’t a question. And for some reason, I didn’t like it.
I stopped and looked her over. Twenty-something. Curvy in her black dress and leather jacket. Sleek red hair. She was wearing sunglasses indoors.
“Who are you?” I asked her.
“I’m one of the girls he screwed in a sex tape.”
What the hell?
I took a little step back, for some reason. We were alone in the lobby but she was at least ten feet away from me.
I didn’t recognize her.
I’d seen photos of the two women from the sex tape, online, during my researching-my-new-employer-and-his-sex-tape-scandal phase, though I didn’t really pay much attention to their faces. And neither of them had red hair. Though she could’ve changed it.
“What do you want?” I demanded.
“Nothing. You might want to think about what you want, though.”
I stared at her. “Did you leak that tape?”
“Oh, I leaked it.”
I turned and started toward the door.
“He’s not what you think.”
I stopped with my back to her. I could see Darrell outside, waiting by my car. He’d pulled it around from the garage for me, but he wasn’t looking this way.
“What did he promise you, the keys to the kingdom and his penthouse, too?”
